a poem for you:

roses aren't red
and violets aren't blue
when my entire body
isn't pressed into you


sugar's not sweet
flowers don't grow
what was beautiful crumbles
like an avalanche of snow

birds cry to heaven
to a sky that is black
the clouds full of thunder
rain pounds at my back

I look out the window
at the tortured pained sky
and compare its expression
to how I feel inside

the sun does not shine
the trees do not sway
the cards are not dealt
and no games are played

though dramatic and
blown far out of proportion
I exaggerate in order
to reveal my emotions

roses are still red
violets are still blue
but this is my thinking
in the absence of you


though primitive my wording
and such a sad theme
the meaning is simple:
without you, there's no me

e.s.s.