happened again… a sad story of my making… i had warned myself… felt the wry wind upon my cheek
confessed to a friend my transgressions against another who made me feel alive, free… and i took the reigns… undercover… to color dreams
i ignored the presence of counsel and allowed my self to sink into a crime that careened around the insides of a cold, shivering body…
a girl left helpless in changes that blurred her vision…
hurt another.
i miss the conversation
his bold desire
carousing nearby
my faint heart unwilling to stop the presence of his bother
both enter
a lonely hall of misgivings
spread across a fresly pressed tablecloth
white flag surrender
missing parts of the past
sleep well tonight
seasons: a poetic journey 