Dearest Sarah,
I am far away from you...
In that place -
on an unfolded futon...
"You want to go boarding?
I've got skis you can borrow."...
This last poem I wrote about Emma was 2 years...
I had such...
I miss
holding your hand...
It left too soon.
Spring comes closer...
The Icon, Sir Terrance fades to pips...
his fans send their man a final kiss...
There will come a time
within my catacomb nightmares...
At two, I stay awake for you.
At five, my dreams tug at my blanket...
- just thoughts.
It wasn't watching you deteriorate...
While waiting for fall to breathe
its very last breath...
Crows came to sing in your absence,
to populate this abyss both of us were drawn into...