Man, I feel your pain. I know how the heart can burn, and How the fires can rage I hope you weather it well, and

You left during the unprecedented… The new grass in its first season… blew in the gentle breezes outside… You were quiet when I visited you… Your eyes bore through the will of…

Rose—petal paint flaking, On a small iron wrought gate, In a length of wall. But for creepers, And crawlers and

Crawling through the mud Raising my head To look at the stars I see only your face Patterns depict your eyes

Thou, so happy nymph, My fulsome pounding heart, Waited on the stone folly! Through the arboreal arch. Married with moss and ivy

On thermal currents along the shore Out and back, Seeking silver sided fish Glistening in the sun

For soon, I shall die, And there shall be nothing between… But the vast emptiness, Which I will inhabit like an echo… The boundless void,

Smiling, a shoulder trimmed by gea… Frayed jeans hems, ferry deck soaked from toes to shins. You first pervaded essence.

Lest you walk through her streets, and feel the granite at your shoul… taste the stone of old bridges Bow waves at her supports Surging torrents of energy through…