While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,