Oh sweet Cordell, I stand by your grave
In autumn leaves, with blood you gave

Colder it seems, the winds that blow
As you're buried deeper, first fallen snow

Sweetness of the summer orchids fade
And with the fragrance, down you laid

I'll bare the winter your death has brought
Despite the frigid dark days it wrought

Cordell, whilst you lay in peace
Your frozen beauty has ne'er ceased

Burdened me with sweet memory
I'll gladly keep, if you wait for me.

We sip our coffee and tea
and walk down the street
and hold hands
you and me would be we
but in this reality
I'd have to be
a decent man

I didn't just **** up,
have bad luck
bust
and give my cards back to the dealer
I tore the ace up
Made with poison what you sip from your cup
and then realized there's no clear healer

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'

You wouldn't know
but my mind shows
pictures of us
when our love was present
but here I go
never hearing no
I let my voice flow but nothing is resonant
Your corner lip curl
could be the reason you'd be my girl
and we'd explode
but there's no fire from me
since I dented your world
I want your bullets
but it's not a gun you'll reload

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'

You told me if I threw the rock
at the swings
and it hit the post we'd kiss
so I jumped and ran
frightened the flock
ensured I wouldn't miss
I'll remember it forever
we've now grown different feathers
but still both of us can fly
I've got a perfect view
sitting on your never
nothing clever
ever
from the boy who wants to be your guy

but picked the worst moment to try
everything you said about me was right

Molly
honestly
I'm sorry

I think of you often
it always makes my soul soften

knowing that we can't be
something
because of me

What I wouldn't give
to take back what I did
how I ******* did it
But your light
shines bright
just fine
as long as I stay hidden

It's been years and I can still feel you in my arms
feel your breath on my face
Still know your favorites, triggers to your alarms
and the edge of your lips I could trace

I should probably forget
but that memory lies on a slant
I was never on your level
I try to push it off, I can't

me and Molly
We coulda been somethin'

Last night I let an ice cube melt in my palm
so I could put into perspective how quickly things dissolve
I never want us to dissolve
I always want my hips to be your favourite place to rest your lips
and I need my back to be your road map
I, the tour guide to all the places you want to go
I need to be that person you send postcards to when you're gone
saying you can't wait to get home, to this
I want to be that person that you miss
I want to be the butterflies in your chest, fireflies igniting your sky
I dream to your perfect mess
always, not just today
I want to wear your favourite dress
I want to bless you with my breath
I want to watch you catch your breath when you see me
I want you to call me "honey"
I want you to say "honey" like it's suckle on your breath
I want to be the sweetest thing you've ever tasted on your neck
I want you to tell me "lover, I never want to rest
without your head against my chest"
I want to promise "yes, I can do that"

I think we're both semi automatic guns
loaded for love
locked in a time frame
like a love grenade
I want to throw away our keys

One

The strands of hair you shed
Is my childhood

Love, now, is
Little feet that search each strand,
Toddling.

Mother’s name is written
In every filament
Of your grayed hair

Where were you
In the days when hair
Used to be worn in two plaits?

Two

One night,
Thinking I might get cold
You gave me a blanket

It was given you
By your mother
When you felt cold

This morning,
Daughter sleeps, covered by it

Which sunshine took away our chill?

In this garden of stone
I reflect on my own
Of the journey that grief has imposed:
Those first sad raw days
When I walked in a daze
At the loss of a parent I loved.

Grief’s first taste is bitter
And only slowly gets better;
An acquired perspective I think.
It must be endured
Or else it consumes
those who seek false refuge in drink.

To love and be loved
Always carries this cost:
The Reaper insists on division.
The survivor condemned
To weep bitter tears
For that is the price of admission.

I assure you, lover
The fabric of this universe ripples with pain
And like a flailing fetal flea, you drew up the rain
Retention of water, a pool you retain

Words have no daggers, and all of mine missed your head
Offer no nepenthe, lest you miss the bread
I'd offer you unity, but you heard that discourse
Love with mad force, or love not (at) all