Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...

I've been reading the words you left behind
again...

I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me...

Perhaps if I had wished you godspeed
or, at the very least, wellness...

I always love when days get
so long and tragically dark that...

Artistry
You hold a pencil in your hand...

This time around I have a little golden book
of poems and dreams for Spring's latest show...

The day's only getting started,
you have no reason to look so sad...

ove, I haven't missed you
since Easter two years ago...