Thunder covers the
sound of me whimpering into my pillow.
The earth is crying too.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

they say that if you drink
enough water you will be healthy
i say that if you shed enough tears
you ll be finally happy.

Breath of air
feel of sunlight
on my mummified limbs  
You wipe the tears
of a thousand eons,
countless lifetimes
and remove the veil
from our mournful eyes

i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe