Writing

Pouring out words of wisdom
Linking neurons and clearing the system
I connect your memories to meaning
I am the feeling

Whittle my words to a point
I never made
Then brandish it to the

And the movement flows through me
Like a melody my bones have always known
I sway

And if you have no words left to say
Hum to me.
Like the lullabies born before we

My hope is like the autumn leaves.
It hangs on past life
Clinging to a piece of

Sit with me in the silence
See the world over head

Lately I’ve taken to gazing at my reflection in the mirror for

You asked me if I could see the art in the city streets.

You wanted this.
You wanted to solve the enigma that is me.

Dear you,
It was the day after you left us.