Wine breathing dragon of sadness
Another loss to the gain of my madness

I hope everything is too quiet for you to handle,
My absence both too dull,
and too matte.
And every room too empty for just you and our cat.

•Don't be a stranger•
You try to confidently murmur.
But you already turned down my goodbye.
I don't know whether to be consoled by the ground or the sky.

Buried
But I feel spared.
Everyone tells me it'll be okay,
But there are certain words I know I'll miss that only your body can say.