You used to kiss the gap between my collar bones,
Like a scaffolding mending two broken bridges...

Depression is silent,
Yet the loudest feeling ever felt...

Love can knock ever so gently,
Upon the threshold of closed doors...

You are the shimmering stardust,
That hangs upon my hearts hopeful strings...

We spoke in tongues.
The kind that...

And that was it-
Your soul became my future garden...

I could never quite figure out...
Whether you sustained this broken heart...

My heart is speaking in a foreign language right...
That my mind can't even begin to understand...

Let it go…
My mind softly whispers to itself...

I'm a wanderer.
From one room...

The healing tree,
Inside of my heart...

How are you?
Are you eating well...