Underneath the smiles
Lies a heart blown by weather.
She thought you a friend.
Underneath the smiles
Lies a heart blown by weather.
She thought you a friend.
White mass on your brain
And you, brother, far away.
The pain sears my heart.
Vivaldi’s second
Spring, sadder than the season,
Evokes this soul ache.
September city sounds,
Crickets, rhythmic thunk of ceiling fan whirring crooked,
Distant dog barking.
Encouraging them to bury the words
This conversation is done,
I realize futility.
Acid burn.
Suddenly all changed
After months separated —
Promises broken.