A dry flower falls
from pages yellowed with age...
The sound of rushing
traffic zooms behind me...
You have seen me in my worst
and cheered on till I became the best...
There is not a single word
in the dictionary that can...
A motionless body lies
sleeping on a hospital bed...
Light of life
yawns with grace...
Missing from my sight
the only one who can see through...
I'm not brave like you
to open a chest of drawers...
Volume 1
I start with death; I died a thousand times...
Turning pages on the calendar
seasons that used to please now...
'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered...
She wept...
Lately, I've felt
like a tourist inside...