Soon I will not cover her.Soon I will not give her shade.By no choice of mine beginsgravity’s one consequence.
She came to me for protection.She came to me to cool.She came to me to camouflagewhat no one else…
I want to be Strider,to bear a name outof tongues wagging about form.Deeds alone will makethe name that is not my own.
A haiku to you — a friend I'll never see again
— My biggest regret — — Is that we didn't connect — — — I miss you so much
From the darkon the outside,through grocery storesliding doors,I saw them.
They talked in the lighton the inside,one with a cart full of wine,the other with a cartfull of…