A crowd of people,
shared space rocketing below,
my community

Webs of piano wire,
inky black like my pen strokes,
cut my heart to pieces

Some green earthy dust,
so vibrant when given life,
warm embrace inside

Sunny winter square,
people at life are awake.
A part of a home

I miss most her smile,
the way our bodies
would tesselate late at night.
Peculiar means of holding hands,
cute laughter,
a cozy place
at her side.

Her open heart surprised me
with who I should be

Across two cities, destiny apart,
fire yearns to passion
yet tears shed

Bitter sip of tea,
misty rain on window panes,
space fill alone

Rainy, winter days
again connecting with you.
Hello, my "neighbor"

New empty boxes
being filled with memories
of old lovers ghosts

Ghost ships in the sky,
solemn drive under grey seas,
we move heart to heart

Deep hungover ache,
inside is new blossoming.
Happy new year, love

I am alone here even though I'm surrounded by friends.
Will I ever fix this?

In the end,
this was the work
I was made to do

Dim shaky middle,
Contemplating in white noise,
healing through movement