She is a mosaic
Of beautiful, broken things
Melded together by hands
Far more careless than my own
I wish for nothing more
Than to take the fragments
Of her fragile existence
And turn them into something
That lets the light shine through

We will meet again-
and our time together won't
be so short next time

10:30 AM
25/8/24

unconditional desperation:
like icarus reaching for the sun,
believing his own silly deception
that the both of them could ever be one.

We often get lost in our bubbles
Caught up in our very own troubles
But it’s equally rotten
For those we’ve forgotten
Remember that everyone struggles

Your departure is stuck in my ribs and it hurts every time I breathe.

The candy clouds are weeping;
Rain comes pouring down
Thunder rolls over the valley
Bringing darkness all around

The once colorful sky
Filled with purples, pinks, and blues
Are now smoky clouds of grey
From this eternal monsoon

The candy clouds are weeping;
So with them I will cry
And take shelter from the storm
Beneath the ancient pine