I miss the way you made me feel, and the way you made me smile. The way you'd always say my name, it made me feel alright. I miss the way you'd say goodnight, and the way you made me blush. I miss the way we could have been, and all we used to mean. I'm sorry for all the things I said, I really was quite cruel. I don't expect you to take me back, but at least acknowledge me. Know deep in my heart, I beg you to forgive me.
He lay down amidst grasses so tall they hide his eyes from his soul. He lay among the ants captivated by his Herculean hair, curls creating bridges oily black and lustrous. He lay down his weighted frame burying tender shoots below. Aching-- He traced the paths of wren and jay their cawing jarring muscle from frame. Aching-- and wondered when the rain would claim him the water submerge his heart. Aching, aching a c h i n g