The pulses silenced out the imbetween I only heard the highs Your absence is deafening, I fucking meant it every time Did I follow the steps all right? Were you only painted by numbers? Was I out of line when I told you how it hurt? Am I dead? Or did I dream it all?… Continue reading Glitch
Grateful for the gift Of the absence of your presence Watch me grow, Without your shade
Where is the place where love blooms? An espresso bean, Or raindrops, Lingering glances, And shared punchlines. Where is it that love grows? Hospital rooms, Empty checking accounts, Empty bottles, And rock beds.