The wind whispers
                              in untold words ―

borne deeply within
                              the heart of the sky

and, like a kite broke free
                              of tethered strands,

"I may as well try
                              and catch the wind" ―

my mind
craves
what my
heart
is afraid
to let
in

*—love

The nights are getting lonelier
I get all in my head
Sometimes I feel my body
sometimes the weight's just dead.

I wish that he would miss me
I wish I could be fine
I wish I could convince myself
he's not where freedom lies.

The days are getting colder now
Yet I lay here alone
Wrapped in a blanket made
with something far from home.