Lips curled, nestled
softly around a burning...

Applying mascara
upon an early dawn...

I wasn't surprised-
getting lost in the shuffle...

And even if the ghosts don't sing
their hollow echos after 3 am...

I feel it in my bones
as life trickles like...

Scattered crayons
radiate feelings of wishing...

Exuberant warmth
of an elegant...

I, along with your father
created your soul, it took...

Each tear that dances
within your fading eyes...

Her eyes have become dull,
the whispers buried...

I heard a calling, nestled within
patchwork leaves, calico mapping...

Standing upon a hazy afternoon
full of sunshine in these eyes of mine...