Tuesday, January 13, 2009

crash site



Whatever happened to forever and always?
They drift and melt like the snow.
I can't get you out of my mind
Why didn't you wear your seat belt?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

blood

My grief spurts out like wasted blood, like brown snot, like the rain that rattles the roof, and my tears spill unheeded. I don't understand anything and I hate feeling like this. So lost. I want my blue eyed king to walk through the door. I want to hold him tight, to savor his scent, his soft skin, his low voice.

I think about you every day, Nik. About all the times I let you down. Wasted words that cut and burned. I'm so sorry. I wish you were here. I would have died for you, son. Nothing takes away this emptiness.