Mirrorfish

No matter where my life leads. No matter what I do. If I´m happy or feeling sad, I´ll still be missing you. Some days my feelings take me over. Some days I just feel blue. You´re ever present in my thoughts and still I´m missing you. My heart is now so empty but it beats and beats anew, until my last and dying breath. I´ll go on missing you. 10th May 2016

the love that entwines us        translucent and titanium  do not love marks of pain              or sadness;                           they leave memories                       that we can call upon                             when the day is long and gray;                                the sweetness of your hand                         wrapped around my thumb                                and the music of your laughter                                                 is the all the lullaby I need                                             to remind me that you are,                                  unequivocally              

She drinks her whiskey straight like her daddy did—it makes her feel close to him. He left during the winter. She sits where he used to every afternoon, watching the setting sun bring cold days to their end. Blanket bunched around her shoulders, she drowns herself, the silence carrying her daddy’s voice.

Golden Field of Sadness  1/25/14 There she stands in a golden field of wheat, hands spread - her face raised to the shining moon. She embraces the rain that slides down her cheeks and falls lightly on her long hair of bright yellow. It is straight and lustrous as it clings to her skin. Her eyes are wild and crazed. Pain wracks her body in wave after wretched wave. This world has broken her. She wishes to drown in this saturated air. She screams into the night as a cloud covers the glowing face of the moon. Through her sadness, somehow I see a vibrant life. I feel the fullness of her light. I watch her from a distance longing to eas