Writing

May I just say, dear

You look marvelous next to me.

Dazzling, even, perhaps.

Morning glories hold my heart out to you

So

May I just say,

you are the star

dazzling in the bright abyss I provide.

A gentle flicker, a sudden flare.

It is a beautiful dance of heat and light,
the most quintessential expression of raw energy.

When is the question history can never tell us because it is always and never for someone. 

And everyone is rarely possible, but many

is a blessing only found when the puzzle is given attention to be solved carefully.

Your name is 

                          Like soap in my mouth,

I held your hand while we played in the grass,

Your eyes were as blue as an Iris.

We used to sit on your balcony,

You disappeared so quietly.

cry 

i cry

all the time

when things get bad

again, and again, and again

and i feel useless and stupid