i was already onboard,
when she climbed to the deck,
she smiled (that damn smile)
seas were rough,
storms too much,
she held my hand,
as i held hers
shores changed
at the next harbor,
i was onboard,
when she was thrown out,
her tears spilled,
as mine welled,
but it was a different sea,
a difficult choice,
another ship to sail onward;
(yet i wish she smiled,
onboard and next to me)
i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only
