Lean into the wind
feel the smoke...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse...

How many bubbles
does it take to drown...

Moon,
watch over me...

I wonder when
your parasitic nature...

You said
that you would...

Throughout the years
they grew together...

If I could,
I would surgically remove you...

There are only
so many pieces...

Like pennies in a wishing well
bouncing...

I wish I could
find the crack...