Nashville was never your home
you spoke of Dublin, as if
it were your mecca, your promised land
and now you can run through it's streets once more
Give Anais a kiss for me, you're home
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Nashville was never your home
you spoke of Dublin, as if
it were your mecca, your promised land
and now you can run through it's streets once more
Give Anais a kiss for me, you're home
I am at a loss
for words, how to feel
your presence, your poetry
and now I am left with nothing, but
this gnawing in the pit of my stomach
A brief moment, in the sun
but we both bled our lives out
our conversations, our love of poetry
shared in the early hours of the morning
I normally don't feel connected to anyone
but you accepted me for me
and made me feel like
we had been friends for years
and for that, I thank you Suranne
rest well, I miss you
