In darkness
find me.
In shadows
exploring this
haunted tapestry
of memory.
Where places
I longed to try
met faces,
without goodbyes,
the lipstick
of my mind.
And early
morning tears
water flowers
over clouds,
which reign,
above this life.
As here I play
to rest fights
which never ended.
Again and again.
Save to move
this pen.
Leaving,
before your eyes,
this bleeding
segment of \'me\'.
For morning
to light.....
.........dear reader