You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

a darling made of plastic
thought you had my heart clutched
knowing you'd go when the old jubilee croaked
your sweet heavy eyes settled into the darkness without a chirp
i'd found something reliable that had a brand new heart
it came in the form of a soft angel

inexplicably beautiful
my favorite human
my best friend
it's been a while
you're still walking through hell trying to find yourself
fighting everyday
searching for something to fill the void
you are not you're struggles, you're bigger

never leaving
a pinky promise

People red eyed and teary
Depression flooding the hallways like a thick fog after a storm
As people walk in the school pushing their emotions under the rug
For they don't understand the right to grieve a loss
No shame should be involved
It is a healing process