I listen for your voice
on lonely, humid nights
chilling,
like tropical ice
the way you once
held me so tight
then, just let me
slip away.....

When yesterday's fears
emptied out of dark tunnels
from beneath their precious feet
thirst held out her arms
like a nurturing mother,
crafting a bridge
connecting all their
hopes and dreams

In secrets, whispers
and swirls of blushing veils
she strolls a walkway lined with
cherry blossoms
taming
the seaside April sails

I am not your favourite person
it is not right, you know nothing about me
I am a closed book,
don't open me to read,
the empty pages are not yours to fill,
I am normal, don't make me feel bad
It is exceptional, the part you expect me to fill still,
But I am my own person,
Keying my destiny to be apart.

Shackled within a
stressed, wood stain finish
farewell faces pressing up
against the glass
the image of a perfect family
the only good memory
that would last