Nashville was never your home
you spoke of Dublin, as if
it were your mecca, your promised land
and now you can run through it's streets once more
Give Anais a kiss for me, you're home
I am at a loss
for words, how to feel
your presence, your poetry
and now I am left with nothing, but
this gnawing in the pit of my stomach
A brief moment, in the sun
but we both bled our lives out
our conversations, our love of poetry
shared in the early hours of the morning
I normally don't feel connected to anyone
but you accepted me for me
and made me feel like
we had been friends for years
and for that, I thank you Suranne
rest well, I miss you
