I feel it
I always feel you
Broken hearts are making it rain
but our souls will touch again
Sooner or later
In the void
I love you

The spring sun returned
and warmed almost empty streets
Viruses are *****

Don't go losing your mind
to a devious mouth
and a full moon,
It's usually a lie
to bring up the sap
and clear the tubes,
Another life won?
Another life lost?
Maybe
Take care

Sometimes I can't tell
if the things I write
are poems or just sentences
with somewhat
arbitrary line
breaks

What did you do?
What did you see?
How did you end up
inside a tree?

Were you a spy?
A harlot? A witch?
Or the victim of a mad-man
scratching an itch?

Tell me lady,
what was your story?
Who was after
your Hand of Glory?

Why were you taken,
from this mortal realm?
Who put Bella
in the Wych-Elm?

The warm summer air
hangs heavy in the night sky
Keeping me awake

Sometimes I imagine you
cold in the ground
Dead
Not because I hate you
and want you to be
Dead
But because I love you
and don't want you to be
Dead
And it makes me appreciate  
that you are alive and not
Dead
And this mono-no-aware
will be with me until I am
Dead