You will never know
the depth of my love...
The unpredictable is predictable now
as one can easily read it on my face...
Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...
A note escaped the violin
to forever wander...
Red Death (Waltz Wave)
Red...
When we missed you,
we used to sing...
I don’t have space
for grief...
No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...
addiction became
prison where cancer would free...
Your world has changed irreparably
even if in a manner long anticipated...
The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...
This old house is the lines upon your face-
Your smile adorns every angle...