inside, it all feels the same.

no word can reverse or sever an old voice from the sparse conversation of today.
and so there is nothing to say at all.
for if I cannot force the past into another mold,
the present will keep its present shape,
and nothing you say will ever mean what it could.

i ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind,
you coulda done better but i don’t mind.
you just kinda wasted my precious time,
but don’t think twice; it’s alright.

explosions play softly
while Sleep settles in,
the duvet pulled tightly
up just to my chin.

the smell of clean sheets,
the street’s yellow glow,
at 3am, showing
there’s far yet to go.

a landscape of fabric
that shuts out the light,
and takes me to places
so blindingly bright;

i’m home in my head, here,
where i belong.
don’t follow me home now,
don’t follow me home.

let’s watch phenomenons arise out of the darkness now.

once upon a time it was you i adored.

whatever happens;
whatever begins or
whatever may end,
i know that great things will
culminate.

i spent all of today missing you.
i think,
really,
i spend all of every day missing you
but,
these days,
most days,
i don’t notice it so much.

i stumbled across pictures of you,
and lines in a poem i’d never read
reminded me of something you had once said.

still I go to the deepest grave
where I go to sleep alone