in the deepest crescent of hidden truths
she will acknowledge just two things
1. she never stopped loving him
2. he’ll never know
burdens that weighed so heavy
to a state of bewilderment much like
the tranquillity of your entrance
gliding through my city
in your white dressing gown
i found solace in summer but
it’s nice to see you again
If the ocean was my only guardian.
If the air was my only friend.
If the sun was my only hope.
I think I’d make a beautiful, sad story.