Naked, he searches for a soul,
hunting, hiding, fighting.
We are all traders,
angels in a devil's body,
fighting, falling, coming back up.

I listen
To your blood
Drip down the drain
Defussing into
Salty sorrow.

One more night like this,
Two more,
Three,
And I just pray
Someday that you'll be okay.

And for now
Must we suffer
Another night?
Never so far have I
Denied that I am glad I made a choice,
Although I still think of you every day

We were hurricanes
Engraved in desert sand
Begging to be
Brought home.

That book on my shelf.
The one you can't see?
Its full of thoughts.
Full of words.
Every entry written to you.
Nothing important,
Nothing said.