On winter morningsmy nape misses your warm breathslike a mirror steam.
At last,the five forty-five train,a minute late, comes creeping your way
They talked about “letting the dust settleas they listened to hard rain on their roof”.Their subtle rejection hit…
Would you hold me close?In these lonely nightsWhen the eyes get tearyAnd mouth finds no words
I’ll curse you on the front steps of your childhood homeI’ll burn it to the ground if it…
One Sweet Day, I’ll start my day without you on my mind
With this pen, I write my goodbye letter to youMy farewell to the man I once believed I knewBurning brilliantly bright, I…
The thing between them died a few turns backStill, they meet to touch every other seasonThe same old…