around now
the soft monitor glow,
the vacant chair
ruins my flow,
hints of lipstick on
my chapstick, quarters
in candle lids, an
unsent letter and two
forgotten crescent
moons won't
give me in.

Our chaotic time,
we still danced our
song in rhyme,
they tried to charge
us with crime,
it's just their hearts
are lime,
while we let go,
ride the wind