his eye dislodged from his head

as he desperately plead

for me to stop


fleshless knuckles beautiful

beat my tears away

as it all spins around me

the memories of yesterday


the sadness of closure

even victory

a happiness defined by melancholy


and with my remembrance of yesterday

i will save tomorrow from today

and make a display of all they could have been

all that should have been

portrayed

as Dust in Wind

Particles In Sunlight

or blunt force trauma



Let em go