Although
we both took a...

you thought walls don’t move
but they do...

I
like the...

a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...

graffitied clouds
whither from a night sky...

Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...

you empty out
the loose tea...

Butterflies sway around wreaths and figures
of ladies settling in a background...

my heart is full tonight,
for I have been loved by a poet...

I saw her wear her
dark night secret...

there is no going back,
her voice echoed...

There was no fog
just shades of gray...