I saw him,
standing alone in the rain,
crying for someone to love him.
Hungry,
lost,

I say it with my time.
I say it with a rhyme.
I say it when I touch you
and tell you that you’re mine.
I say it with my kisses.

Love is a simple thing,
but we complicate it.
We muddy it up with doubt and fear
Doubt in ourselves.
Doubt in others.

You have two choices in life;
feed the fire,
or,
let it die.
Be it passion,

This storm can’t take away my sorr
This rain can’t wash away my fears
I am scared of all tomorrows,
I’m scared to wipe away my tears.
I only need someone to listen,

Lord,
Things are unbearable.
I have been shouting.
I have been crying.
Hoping you would listen.

“Can you breathe?”
the air is asking,
as smoke fills my lungs.
I am crouched under a leaf,
the tears streaming down my face

It’s a partly cloudy but terribly
I call. And call. And call again.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I
“I’ll tell you when you get here.
“I’ll see you soon.” Click.

Cousin.
Brother.
Best friend.
All one person
and now he’s dead.

I see your face.
Lifeless and pale,
resting on a pillow of white silk.
I try to pretend you’re sleeping,
but the tears in my eyes betray me