why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles

I thought u’d come back
through draggled prayers
slipped away in the night
if god answered now he’d be so cruel—
thought you’d come back thru my dreams
slip between the sheets and blankets
hold my hands, but the romance is dead
by tomorrow, you’ll still be gone
not even the springtime will get ya back
no afternoon gently shelves these memories