Affairs of significance befell early this year. You and I, odd coupled, lost objects of admire. I misplaced the thing that beat in my chest. You lost the thing that once embraced your neck. We displaced our hearts. I am in your debt. Your possession was theft; snatched from your breast. It is not a gift. It is a souvenir. To enshrine a time that brought us near. Shares of your heart are enclosed. If given the smallest, I’ll be hallowed.
Remnant As I walk by the boutiques for the millionaires; I wonder whether I’ll ever bear the pleasure, for the things I could buy but never, another human’s care. In a world where it didn’t matter, the silver, gold or a piece of paper. It could have been better for you, I and askers. My gawking, your wording, my trawling, your cooking. Our caressing, our sleeping. Our running, our chasing, our loving.
Friday the 13th
Friday the 13th A piece of tape can’t hold the pain. The pain that evokes the power. The power of a volcanic eruption. A volcanic eruption that sprouted the earth. The earth in which I love you the most. The earth that is the most beautiful. The earth in which, to me, you are the most beautiful. The earth in which, I can’t have you. And I will walk the earth. And you will fly the earth. I will look for answers. Will you?