empty corner house
amid the trees of winter,
are you lonely too?

to be young again,
to be free once more to feel
indestructible.

My soul is aching
an ache that was overdue.
Had you not forsaken,
or had I enough of you,
it wouldn’t have taken
so long to believe it’s true.
You didn’t break it,
but it breaks because of you.

ghosts are swarming now,
faint representations of
all I can’t allow.

it’s your confidence
that makes your words so prone to
misapprehension.

The pretty brown-haired girl across the way keeps looking at me and smiling. read more

I’ll pay you no heed
just to make your wisdom seem
inconsequential.