Today is the day you last said hello
I wonder how long it will last
I'm turning my back to the sunrise
If I don't see it how will I know it has passed
But of course you're the sun
And you're not nearly done
But your light is dripping out of sight as you hurt
Tomorrow I'll wake and wonder if the days will still remain
Or if we will ever be the same
Yet 'till then I'll lay down my head
In my dreams you still shine
And I have to squint tight my eyes
Upon waking it is for you I pray
I pray your rays may glow and you I might behold
As the sun greets the day

In the long shattered distance among the valleys of yesterday,
I still see my indispensable,
Struggling through this mystic shadow of a world,
Repeating ancient words that none perceive.

Rhapsodically she rose, like a glistening butterfly
Just slit her way of an imprisoning womb.

She gave me life, the reason to prosper;
My muse in hardships.
She shined on me, of light brighter than that of a supernova.

I still see my indispensable,
Clearer with every passing second;
She’s forging sturdy yet fiercely.

And just when I dogmatized it’d be inevitable,
She dispersed, to simple memories and love poems.

A feeling where you are already alive but people don't cry for you

Tonight we're having a big feast
in the great city of sin
I'm about to unleash the beast
Let this party for players begin

The soft, green cloth beneath my fingers
The shiny deck of cards
The joy when the dealer bust still lingers
Wont you please send my regards

The tingling inside when the Ace says hello
The kick when the King joins in
The Queen is also welcome to the show
And the Jack can bring his twin

Race doesn't matter at this gathering
Both blacks and reds look swell
When diamonds and spades are scattering
You can invite hearts and clubs aswell

The bets are getting higher and higher
My wallet is getting thin
I hardly ever get what I desire
Cause the house will always win

At first I thought I had control
But suddenly I was unstable
I had lost my entire bank roll
At the end of the Black Jack table

Your name was Noah.
A little ****.
A black little tabby cat.
You were 17.
Way too lean.
We love you dearly.
I wish you would come back home to me.
We called you "Rose" for no reason.
You wouldst let us read.
You would lay on our chest.
Head on my neck.
You were prettiest first.
Thats all we had to say for you to stop terrorizing me.
I forgave you.
Some of us didn't.
Now your head pet.
And Ill member you for the rest.

Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Cyber Monday,
We all think of it as just a cycle,
But when it hits December,
And its almost winter,
You open the chocolate calendar,
And pop out a sweet chocolate,
You listen to Christmas music,
or light the Hanukkah candles,
Buy the Christmas tree, and light the simple candles.
Then you count down the days, to Christmas time.

Pirouette through a graphite cocoon
Fixed clutch
Temporary disdain
Feeling undeserving of a lockdown
Car crash smile