I was never good at this...
saying words I can't feel...
A phone call woke me up
this morning...
Sometimes I close my eyes
And imagine you beside me...
The cruelest thing is losing someone so young.
I could've borne to see you grow old...
I saw you
through the fog...
A Poem For Her
A traveler she was...
A gush of memory floods my heart,
the magnitude of its force...
Helicopters circle 'round
the little red brick school...
Under everything,
rocks, soil, worms and dead wasps...
Embraced by the spirit of you,
its majestic wings spread wide...
Denial
Things nightmares are made of...
Time creeps slowly by
this hell on Earth, my life...