In the coldest of days
through the sighs of the wind I still was aflame for I heard your voice calling my name.
Ever since you left
I’ve been wondering what it’d be like if we were just parallel lines never destined to meet instead of two rusted cars with broken brakes at a crossroad without signage.
The ache of a heart
who cannot rest for it has been apart from you who were my best, the best part of all art.
honesty in a bramble rather than in a thornless rose.
Why making wishes
on a dying creature as a shooting star? So beautiful death can seem if seen from a distance. For me comets are named after all the people who decided my sky wasn’t their place anymore.
Give the gates
of your heart permission to be wide open but make sure not to let winter settle in your feeble bones.
My fragility is a shared space
in which anyone feels free to stay for a while make a mess and leave.