floating consciousness

when you start to choke from the emptiness of existence
you wonder if breathing was meant for a life in water.

will my thoughts continue to float even when if i sink it into dark waters stained from the very warmth that gave life to being?


candles and closure

daisies reminded me of the forgotten and (commonly) flawed; they have become my favorite since you. i’m not sure if you realize, but
all i ever needed were the dimmed down flickers of flames in a dark room, the last of my cup of tea cooled by the hour of my thoughts.
dear, do you still remember when you told me that the only people in the world who have full closure are those who
don’t need it?
you never asked me why. i guess it meant you didn’t need to.

a eulogy

I once held on mere words to prove that I
was worth the fragments of your thoughts that once
fell from the depth I once saw on the pile
of forgotten list of lovers you liked
to keep away from the pens of poets.
Ink and paper were all I could keep from
the cold burning of life, death, heaven, you–
forever in the stones of yesterdays.