It’s lonely this year
Knowing your missing
This Christmas will pass
And without a word
Another year will unfold-
I will die each day
Hoping to crumble
Like stardust
Into the palms of heaven.
I will crush my body
In hopes of discovering
Looking in the mirror,
The other side breaks -
A reflection
That seems to be disjointed
Parts that seem connected
Disconnect:
Can your hand eclipse the heart?
I can see you’re boarded up —
your
broken
A tree does not decide how it grows -
The way the rings curl around
Hello,
I hope you’re doing well.