august baby and i know where you are
still i keep searching for traces of you
the crossword puzzle spells out your
favorite color
i catch a taste of you in the
candy aisle at seven eleven
every poem i’ve written before or after you
sounds like your breath as you asked me
is the captain at home?
i saturated myself with you
in the spring time
i let my life explode like fireworks
as we watched the ashes
falling to the ground
we went big then you went home
while i was left with a
red suitcase and an empty flask
still i keep screaming your name
Nice