like a wraith,
in the moonlight roams the graveyard,
so memories of you haunt me

7.7.11

searching,
flying along the beach,
winged souls of dead sailors...
cry out...
in the wind.


7.8.11

The more you cut yourself off emotionally & physically
The less we become what we were
As time passes memory fails
And we grow apart...
wondering why there was a "we" at all.

12.24.11