The sky rained tears. I was sure.
your words... like wind through a wheat field.
She is that most perfect art
Tomorrow will come. Yesterday has gone. The Now is here.
It is not your life, you will perhaps listen a little closer
You asked me once what I would remember... this, and much more
Secret wish: To be identical to the ocean
Out of sight, still in mind, completely permanent
I will wait until your quiet makes me remember I am waiting.
Cherish her viscosity
Want (the state of not having her)
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
the minutes repeat each other
I promise you a place of no words
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Making a cat o'nine tails out of Cat 5 cable
A thousand years from now, we should have coffee and tell stories while the world disintegrates
Echoes of the sketchbook
Held in the beam of a light I thought we shared
For E. at three months
hold up this tired skyline with all i falter for
leaves spiralled around us like a benediction
Stay for as long as you must, leave as soon as you will.
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