The bruised and heavy number
trying to settle on your eye bags...

I am the sun,
not universally loved or craved...

How do you prevent thoughts from
reentering when they have barged in...

I've often wondered myself if sweetness
is the type of velvet voice that will fade...

Even though I'm sure you'd disagree,
I feel we're headed back to square one...

I wonder what it would be like to have
wings - would they grow from this grief...

You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...

I've had so little a glimpse of you.....
through glass morphings...

I wish you could walk with me now
but you are cities away...

we lived for ourselves not false gods
butterscotch throats and blackberry knees...

You were wailing on the ocean floor
beneath rays and teeth of discovery...

Please Comment, I know it is long, but I want to...
I had been with you forever...