Lost

Lost

How simply I became lost Directions and maps abandoned with the wink of a sharp eye That made me stop and clutch my heart For fear of falling. How...
Cherry

A meal without you

Whispers of light illuminate the finger marks on the porcelain of a white chipped cup which sits contently curved. After dinner plates, allowing the remains of olive oil

A pause meets a thought

I should not be alone with these degenerate thoughts, they throw me off my meticulously planned route. Visiting hours would suffice If I could just proportion them an allocated time,

Hopebroken

Edited version with alternative ending.