do not resuscitate

I don’t want
to come up for air
since you left me breathless
as your tongue danced
in my mouth

~~~

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sadness is

when presence
is a burden
not a cure

~~~

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static

I looked forward to
a conversation
with the clouds

but tonight
I brought too much
background noise

~~~

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mountain time

I hold a place close to my heart

where you claimed me

where sunrise wore
different shades of blush
where river ran uphill
(it seemed)

where magic came alive in snow dust
when you arrived
carrying my dream

~~~

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how flowers must feel

wilting
forgotten
shoved behind
wild bushes
left to die

~~~

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what seasons have in common

tiny buds of spring
chase dewdrops running around
on new swaying leaves

I am without you

old souls baring skin
surrendering to sunbeam
keeping heat within

I am without you

crimson shades of trees
parade heavenly colors
crunches beneath feet

I am without you

winter clutches throne
sprinkles of snow dusted dreams
in hibernation

I am
without you

~~~

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q & a

how long until emptiness goes away
asks weary heart in a corner

room darkens and responds
void is here to stay
it’s where echoes
live

~~~

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cosmos and its awful timing

stars weren’t there
at the right moment
always too early at dawn
or too late after dusk
by the time sky had a minute
to entertain
daylight arrived
without reason
for twinkle

~~~

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