My belief that I could heal you
only poisoned our embrace
Inclinations to revere you
push me further from your grace

My obsession with your outline
served to blur what was inside
I could make the pieces fit
but I could not bridge the divide

My reluctance to release you
spurred you further from my reach
No discussion, all compulsion
Learned a lesson I can't teach

So I lie, face down, inside
the jagged coffin of my mind
Searching it for reason
Something I can't seem to find

Beautiful words,
of eloquent embrace,
you sang them,
as we departed,
a motivating feeling,
though the end
was near

This crystalline sound,
of quartz clarity,
and amber emotion,
a distant remembrance
of who we were

a goodbye, a farewell,
though it felt
as a greeting

until again,
my dearest friend,
the one who left,
and the one who stayed

The lake house internet is dead,
And Frontier refuses to fix it.
They said nothing was wrong,
But I could only listen to downloaded songs.
But Fiber finally caved,
When my uncle found the fiber wires,
Scattered on the street.

the hill is a mountain, this time.

crimea pass,the road to llanrwst.

as we drove, i thought, i would
be happy if i lived in such a place.

i do, and so i am.