I was savoring solitude
as the moon stared at me,
lingering words I could only
wonder solemnly.

I thought of I don’t miss you,
but my head hums, I do.
The sound echoes back and forth,
distorting my heart’s truth.

Maybe,
this is bliss
or insanity.
I am sane
but crazy,
All because of you.

Every soul
I swore an oath not to lose
became the ghosts
I learned to carry
in silence.

It’s strange
how people bring flowers
to your funeral,
but never when you’re alive.

And no—
I’m not talking about the flowers,
or death.