I wander through the evergreens
past stones no longer bearing names
the posy scent of faded blooms
now mingle with the falling rain.
My only company a crow
with beady eye and mourning clothes
aloud he cries into the squall,
this keeper of a thousand souls.
He leads me on to where you lay
in silent slumber all alone
in comfort now I pray you'll be
each stormy night and frosted morn.
The wind now moans its sweet lament
to bow the trees, their heads in shame
as tattered posies turn to dust
among these stones that bear no name.

She took my hands
Looked deep into my eyes
In four words broke my heart

*You're my best friend

The voices
inside your head
are the honest thoughts
of your soul.

Sometimes,
when I brush my teeth
before I go to bed,
I stare at a man
that stares back at me.

Sometimes,
I see him happy;
but,
it makes me
feel--- unease.
When he does smile,
I could see it
in his eyes.
Just above
his dark circles
and the milky white
of his sclera,
and inside the pupils,
I could see him caged.
Standing in the middle
of four walls
with decrepit wallpaper.
Grasping a bottle of *****
with his left hand
and a lit cigarette
in between
his middle
and index finger
on the right.

Sometimes,
I could see him
inside that room;
still,
with *****
and cigarettes.
But now,
he's on a stool.
Flies buzzing
around him,
with his innards
wrapped around
his neck.

Sometimes,
I wish
I could help him.

Sometimes,
I wish
I could kick the chair.

blank walls
and empty thoughts
the shadow falling in the back

no one knows who she is
anymore
and they can't ask
because she doesn't know
who she is anymore either