Scattered gray ashes
the thundering end
to my existence
the rain falling....
...
Tears did not drop
I saw a child with fried legs
I saw a man with brain split
Pouring out
...
Last summer
When the morning light lit the grass
When the grass started to sprout
The dark brown of the earth
...
I rested my head on the windowsill
The wind cuddling me like it did to you
When we were in love
We were together
...
My dear friend
just wanted to say I miss the indolent moments spent with you
And I find myself talking to you all alone at night
Of this
...
Infrequent
infrequent
flickers
a lonely firefly
brings hundreds
firing flickering fireflies
those simmering summer evenings
in a distant land
a distant memory
alive like the previous
spark of
this lonely firefly
her lips
in passing
in the subway
lips
that I will never kiss
the first lips
so many loves ago
hers,
still alive
as if she just turned the corner
in a place as yet unsullied by time
subway doors
closing
lips untouched
the weary tired
bones
the rain crashing into the window
breaking into little pearls
the green fields
drenched
in rain
running after the ball
for another goal
another pass
giving
receiving
in passing