They came to me in
a febrile dream.
Whispered screams and
malformed limbs.
They wanted to drag
me to the hell they
came from, but I fought,
and got well.

The summer he expired was the summer she thought hard
About the Autumn breezes in his hair,
And the Springtime words she locked away.
The winter was cold, yet side by side they flourished.
Pokemon cards and stolen kisses on cheeks.
Tree forts and dance battles.
Makeup and gowns.
Homework and swimming pools-
The life he left behind.

As she thought, she held her face taunt.
Her thoughts escaping through her cracked skin facade.
I asked her today, a year after passing, "do you miss is smile, his laugh, his presence? Does the loss hold grief in it's grip?"

She glanced away then held my gaze, and suddenly I knew the world had churned on.

Hands reach out
digits intertwining
flicking upon the mind's
dark consoles of thought
desperately imploring
searching for answers
needing to express and explore
wanting a hands-on approach
to the endless dilemmas of life

Capture me
with your voice
let it to my ears
instil a thrill
let it wash my soul
with its timbre
let its strength
calm my fears
in its tone I hear
all that a voice could
ever contain
the sun’s warmth
the soul’s wash
of the gentle rain
capture me with your voice
hold me
enthrall me, captivate me
thrill me now