The sun sets
the race is won...

Pretty rose
Rebel of time...

Crippling depression
kills you like cancer...

Somehow
today wasn't ours...

A soft simplicity
joins with it...

The pen in my hand seemed unfamiliar
how long have I slept...

Another, another
it's always that way...

The thought of those words
betrayed me not...

I recall that day in November
You held a ladder out for me...

Words are deeds passed between
Hands and hair...

Hiding softly indoors for the snow to settle,
The flurry varying its intensity...

When the heart in my chest ceased to beat
in rhythm, I expulsed it...