Dandelion

I remember what you said, not

But the tone, and the breath behind it

Not sure if it was tailor made, just so you could run away

You were swift, you think

Convenience, hit and run



Moonlit me



Guess I lost it all to myself

home run; a grand slam


cause I know well, we lose each other

and died on the couch after we stabbed ourselves,

after the long, sweet smooch

of sweethearts




that,

I knew

was the last time that I'll ever get to see you