Acer Sacharrum

every night i lie in Bed

and wonder what you Think about -

am i the Dream that’s in your head

or are you fast asleep?

Her name was Violet, 

but she always wore yellow. 

I spied her from across the room as I hesitated in the sun-framed doorway, and she was beautiful. 

You lied to me like it wouldn't flood

Everything that we had built

Those nights you held me close

Like nothing could ever bring us down. 

But the water is filling my lungs,