I threw you
Against the wall
Because I knew
You were fragile

I perched on

Your shoulders

As you ran through

Our golden

Wheat field and I

Was told I was

An airplane and

Never a bird

When I alighted

I felt

Like I was still

Up high

Hovering

And nothing moved

Like the basement door ****

Like grandma’s chairs

Like grandpa’s chest

Like your body when

I nudged you

Like my eyes to

The coffin

And I was only

An airplane

Never a bird

Inside your head there

Are no

Horrors or

Visons anymore

Only the pickly

Sweet and sour

Silence of

The grave

On days when

Light is

Either on or

Before me you

Arrange yourself

On my pillow as

A whisper

Breathing a

Memory of us

Conversing in

Another town

And time.

You have the most,
Amazing eyes I've ever seen.
And you will always have them,
Until you cannot have them,
Anymore.

I looked for you
In rainy streets
That met my tears
A mixed concotion
That broke me.
I sat on the curb
Not minding the wet
Hoping it would
Cleanse me of you
I Looked at my hands
That once held yours with
Our very fingers together
Like the rest of us.
I knew not
He watched me
Now
Your friend and
I are
Glad you left.

"She is the one

That's in the wrong."

The mirror told

You so after it

Kissed your ***