How do I express,
To the people I love most,
That the emptiness I feel
is no fault but my own?

they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
far
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper


buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...

In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.

Refuse to linger
Sitting tears not of my own
Suffering won't suit

Up there and everywhere,
I think I could drink it all up in one gulp,
my eyes overflow with the magnum,
as tears trickle down,
I hear a knowing whisper from the sky-
' We are one'

the flowers decay
and the bird's sweet cries die out
in time for your death
of which was all according to fate

the sun sets on the horizon
and my tears pervert the mood with sorrow
and I wait for the day that fate
will let me lie next to you