I will never be far away.A nostalgia for the darkwill sweep through us,sun setting earlieron a clear sharp horizon. The night air vibrant with breath we closely exhale like sweet mistas our lips draw ever near.Soft winter kissed skin telegraphing...

Stepping through the door, I stoodMet stale air scented with woodPausing, wondering if I could Or would I slid your pictures from the framesScratched out the notes that bore your nameUnaware when last I came  It was farewell to what...

I feel them begin in my spine traveling upSometimes black and sometimes brightly huedDays cold, my soul safely shriveled in its cupI need you more than ever to keep me gluedFeet planted, purple painted toes dug into the earthI feel,...