your note reads like
'gone for groceries brb'
but you left this life
and forced me to grieve.

Your eyes paint a barren landscapes,
But yet, I cannot look away.
They draw me in, deeper
In a more familiar way.
Maybe it's because
I see my soul in there,
Or maybe, just maybe,
It's because they free me
To not care.

compulsive liar
like a faucet with water
on and off
oops
a lifetime later
didn't mean to leave on the water

drip




drip








drip

swift the days
long the nights

a Winters wealth
star struck skies

a hibernation
cabin fever

a calm acceptance
a candle flame

meditation
enclosed in black.