Departure took away the little dreams
I had budding for us. There were barely...

You said by embracing you,
to the degree of suffocation...

I never realized my back
could be exposed like...

I have grown ever so fond of you, child
how your milky skin nuzzles against my chest...

I admired
the singed haze...

My soul - empty of
lilies (your favorite...

Softhearted,
her tears travel...

There are ways we talk around
her, taking shameful steps...

Life is like music,
There will be high and low notes...

Mama used to sing on those stuffy days
when a storm locked everyone inside...

A light flickers on,
reflections taint soil...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...