i walk beside your hands
strolling the patch
soft sounds of my voice
a quietness i’ve known
which comes and goes
like shades of the moon
i look past
those devilish eyes
the way i used to cry
your voice in the night
holding your body in the cold
throwing things in the void
blacked out nights
we knew too well
you asked if i was alright
i am, i said
but your voice brings the silence
i fall in love as ever
remember things
like august 27th
your eyes roll for my nostalgia
details i always seem to remember
flowing with
we reminisce on feelings
how we went from here till now
but it all feels icy cold black
walls higher than
i turn with pages
wondering if this is a chapter
how he seems so scattered
if this is the end
forever until death
pumpkin patch