Lover,
I still fear the heavy
silence of the night

Will you lull me
to a long sleep?

Lover,
I fear the sleep of death
where I dream,
but do not see your face

Lover,
I have not seen you
for two years

Lover!
I fear I am
already dead

Slowly.
  Slowly.

Painfully and pitifully lost him.
The one my heart desires.
Slowly he lost affections for me
That I had never lost for him.
Slowly he stopped caring
And set me down gently as he went to go
Live a life I should’ve never been apart of.
Slowly my name turned to bitter taste in his mouth
Instead of the sweet aroma that he knew before.
Slowly intimacy became distance.
Slowly he began to no longer crave me,
But instead run.

Slowly.

     Slowly.

flying
then yawing

floating
spinning

thoroughly
pickled

i woke up this morning
not knowing

where you were
or even why

you
ever existed


whit howland © 2020

for thought

right now crows
fall

from the gray
and brittle

branches
of trees

and litter the ground
like fallen leaves

we are what we
eat

Whit Howland © 2020

Look at me with your eyes,
Think about me with your thoughts,
But leave to me all your words.

Steam rises
from a sweetened

deal

and a once
bitter cup of coffee

now swirling
with Dorsett cream

we (you and I)

are talking about
coffee

we swear

it's so delicious
or shall we say

delectable

whit howland © 2020

I think about you all the time and all over the space,
Like the entropy, you are everywhere.