all I did was leap and miss
I'm this,
retroactive, pining for a sliver of him
golden embroidered
hummingbird pin
-s's.
I don't know why, but
at least it comes in time
the bittersweet feeling of your feet walking away at dawn
picked it as a muse,
When you used to talk about art
And what it made you want to do
-s’s.
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
Leonard Cohen
when you're about to say something to me, I know while you're mustering up all of your words, I know Before you lean in to tell me a secret, you glow I can tell when you want to be by my side, you glisten each time, I know
-s's.
I find time moves more glacially in this vacuum of being alone
-s's.
all that we think is an engine
a part of a time machine
Did this time it belong to me?
serene, unique,
I only hope
the way that I hope
For my defeat
-s’s.
dream up north
obscene, silhouette trees
Gazing downward carefully
how can I escape just enough
that I won’t be able to recognize anything
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
and you
are singing in a million trees
get dressed
and you
have nobody left to envy
and you
see me for another time
and you
Say nothing
as you
walk past me
-s’s.