This afternoon,
inside pages call
the words said I
you heard a fall.
The dust settles
from the storm,
alone you calm
you are reborn.
The sheets, soft
they caress skin
in which now in
I lay alone again.
I fight saturate
of few of a hate
that I permeate
my dry dis-taste.
The colors dried
on walls we tried
to build us home,
let time pass by.
Us in the golden
years I laugh out
to the god of gods;
once hoped about.
Now this fallen
angel that let’s in
a thought I’ll try
these pills again.
