always a lone chair
at every table — am I
meant to be alone?

Beneath the stars, the world is calm and still,
A quiet breath that whispers through the night.
The moonlight casts a glow on every hill,
As dreams take flight beneath its silver light.

The winds, they speak in soft and gentle tones,
And dance with leaves that flutter through the air.
In sleep’s embrace, the weary heart atones,
To rest in peace, free from all earthly care.

The dawn will rise, but now the night is here,
A time for dreams to whisper soft and low.
With every breath, the dark is drawing near,
And all is calm, as stars begin to glow.

So close your eyes and let the world drift by,
For dreams are waiting where the shadows lie.

when my palm is on
the side of my face
and my fingers curl
at the back of my neck
I can't tell
which
feels which

The cigarette smolders in my window
As the light in my room grows dim.
I apologize to my lungs,
But I need the nicotine.

I hear the rain fall
And my fan spin.
I can only think of you—
My favorite sin.

I see the darkness smile,
My oldest friend.
The city sleeps
As my heart I try to mend