I don't hate you for
Not loving me anymore,
I hate myself now ,
For still loving you...

Broken, lost, alone
Soul shattered across the floor
Forgotten in time

In the winter winds
the sun ascends

and then descends
as the day then ends

The sum of which
is not so clear

as winter winds blow
as will continue to go

The passing of days

bite me,
so you did.

with pine slivers
plucked from vertical thrones by an unpolished stone,
you plunged
(hapless heathen),
becoming the ripple that would knock charon to the floor.

the ark bowed down,
drenching us all in the needles of your sunken oar.

she was

the bright morning sky

she was

the sun shining bright

she was

the sky up high

like unfathomable light

she was

like a star

too far away to reach

she was me

and i used to be her