Morning mist drifts through the streets,
and my eyelids gather...

She shrugged her
shoulders as if...

This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...

As the stars unpacked
themselves across the sky...

I wish to learn to love you in
every alphabet...

Stoic with a marble smile
and a fixed stare...

Time
is a fickle illusion that...

Spark
my mind with your words...

Full stops and run on sentences
choke...

Your words were always icy daggers sparkling with...
of frostbite...

Your breath is an itch on a missing limb that
I sleep next to every night...

I will rest these wretched bones on this
cursed cement and wait for the...