How often we feel ashamed
When our skin could glow,
With all the ruin
We have survived
And turned into poetry,
All the defeat we withstand
And walk away from,
Leaving yesterday
And braving tomorrow

You always ask:
"If your friends wanted to jump off a bridge, would you?"
and I say no, of course...

But
secretly
I hope I'm asked to go first

and you do, too

You are my keel, my even heal
steadying me as I go.
Afloat and wandering without you
tipping and splashing in all directions.
Drinking the water in its sweet, savory confection
poisoned by its taste, not wanting more.
Adrift are the days where I could dance atop the surface
not ever worrying I might fall.
You are my keel, my even heal
don’t ever let me go.

Every night
I wait till 4 AM
when the moon comes
to my part of the sky
and illuminates my windowsill
with her silver light

Lunar radiance
lulls me slowly
I listen to the soft song
with closed eyes
sung by the southern breeze
like gentle wind chimes

The dead letters of Sleep
finally arrive at my postbox desolate
but not long before the neon dial starts screaming,
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S TOO LATE!"

It's too late..