Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...

You rose up to
meet me...

Moon,
watch over me...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

what do you call the
'what ifs...

You said
that you would...

The wind whirls and grey
spirals twist my pupils...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

In the glimmer
of the sun before...

I feel your loss
like two rivers...

all things pass.
all things change...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...