Fill my heart
with white daisies
And I know
the sunlight
will heal me
Just like the pouring rain
who cried for
the tears I couldn't let out

I will grow jasmines
and white frangipanis
in front of my window
And I will talk to the ghosts
And they will tell me
what I see when I am
asleep ---

Fill my heart with white lilies
So in the nights when
I can't bear
moonlight
I know
what lets it is just my sun
And I will mend
And I know
morning will come
soon

I watch the house come down
like a vengeful wave crashing
against my barefoot shore.

I don't know if
I wore my grey shirt
or the blue one with checks.

I can't tell from the dust caking
my chest; beating loudly I
put my hand to it

as if searching for my heart
in the shirt pocket;
I fumble

and feel nothing there.
I'd kept a picture of you there
in the breastpocket of my grey shirt

close to my heart.
And not any more, but a familiar ache;
left are these buttons of your last touch

and your breath in these threads.
You don't know that once you breathed into the sky
it just wasn't yours to take away.