some things are not meant to be seen in this worldthe fire cuts throughorange as the sky in the westand i want to write…
what comes nextcould change what came beforea mosaic of beautiful broken piecescould line up against the will…
i was the worst personfor you to meetat that point in your life
amid catastrophewhere broken glass has carpeted floorsblown in from windowsshreddedwallpaperhangsfrom walls that have seenbetter daysthere…
i did not think of you todaymy darling
a dark forest
you — on one sidei — on the other
you are missedwhere purple flowers hug broken doorswild water mists over eroded stoneyou are missedbeyond the gatesage wood is…
i wish to sit next to yousimplyto perform all of the domesticated dutiesmake you a damn good cup of coffeeand some bacongrief bacon…
i woke today and thought of youas i think of youon all days
i wish the foresthad made a clear path for youfor her own pleasure