The salty breeze stings
her skin as she looks wistfully down
at the sea below.

I just want to be with you
in the kitchen of our apartment
dancing to Shakira
in the early morning
while cooking breakfast

It feels like
sometimes
hunger is the only thing
keeping me
grounded
here
awake
alive

I’m homesick for a
home I’ve never known. I wish
I could leave this place.

Oh, how the bell tolls
Those mourning lost souls
Hear it ring softly through the night
Say they can’t move on
But disappear with the dawn
Another face fades out of sight
They dug graves to rot in
Their names are forgotten
The man they call Death wears white.