Our time spent together.

Venture into lands already known

But in your hand, 

Was closer to home.

She walks along the wall

Amongst the living and the dead,

While all the while

I write a poem in my head.

Short and sweet,

Something squeaks.

She nudges and purrs,

I present a treat.

With closed eyes I remember 

Our time spent together.

To the finest detail, 

Every single ember.

I follow the solaris, november

From start to end,

A nicer time.

From start to end, 

No reason to pretend. xx

Valhalla was not the ride

Nor my cold drenched jeans

But the thought of you

leaving my side

As it drips down, 

in the dark,

I hide