Crept beside me, you bow your small head, inclined, I wait to hear your story of the far off sky you wish to see and the river you wish to feel in your feet you ask me to take you there, and I look at your rooted disposition sadness in my eyes. I say to […]

when the rain sets in and your love it dies I’m met with anxious skeletal fingers blackened at the tips they tremble and surround me. I’m sinking.