I like reading ghost poems
their writers are gone
we'll never find them

my only weakness
is always running back

this sinkhole
keeps me pressed up against
the strong current

I love how we try and find the solution
only to return where we started

where is the rain
I'm seeing heavy clouds all day

I can go on
how I want rain
but I won't cry

breathe in
breathe out

I don't want to see you die
such a beautiful tree
please don't leave

all this time you never grew
I never knew you were dying