friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised
All in Poetry
Love Poem for Death
The last time I saw you, you were lying there, next to her/My Mother, the one who had never perceived me or any of my sisters/I guess that is why I wish to spend all my time in the cold/In the darkness surrounding my thoughts, and the unknown lands between this world/And the next--
Wandering Your Kiss
Wandering/You are still such a dream I can't grasp I'm awake/It makes me want to melt into what is at stake
Thud
Thud thud/But nothing is there/No one is here/Why can’t I move/I am in slow motion.