And that sickly feeling in the pit
Of my stomach and heart...

Today,
As I was walking...

Stunted fingernails scrape back
the first slither of orange skin...

Tears bead softly through torn eyelashes
Fond memories effervesce in time...

Collapsing into an eternal pit of
nothingness - not even a shadow for company...

I over turned a grasshopper's den
and kicked up a dust storm...

Remember us; forget- me- not,
my lips now, liked severed petals...

In the silent observation of the night,
the breeze back combs my hair then chases...

I used to yearn for our enveloped photographs
to awaken -- again, embracing us in a...

The moon appeared whole that night
At rest, deep within your eyes...

He heard the brass ring,
‘though the bell was gone...

I choose not to comprehend those who guard their...
with a white picket fence...