here i am,
writing poems full of love,
for someone who’s not reading.

I still miss you every sunrise
and search you in each sunset.

forgive me for i have
belittled myself

the grand picture
has disappeared

i seek guidance
yet defy the system
that also just
injects me with treason

what do parking lots
and my heart
have in common?

they both feel so much bigger
at five a.m.