Nice things always
break...

when you tell me that
I'm beautiful...

I use the white noise of tv
to numb the voice...

It seems
you still creep in...

I ache
for...

I hunger
like the moon...

The clouds sweep over the mountains
like thick cottonwood seeds...

if
I had to...

I feel I am slipping away.
I fade...

I breathe you in -
electrifying...

you turned out the lights
and then refused...

It's dark out
and it seems...