squinting     i peep through cracks of me

look deep down but fail to recognise the

dear parts of who you used to be

i poke     then ponder     poke again but

find no shards i can scrutinise bury or mourn

only plain gray ashes i dare not inspect

(for i treasure those pieces my sweet)

a wish for my truth to also be yours is not fair neither wise

but i hoped it may ease your moonstruck thoughts

help you to raise your eyes long enough

for you to see the sun give birth

raise you from your knees to become tall enough

to see the woods for the trees that they are

(for i would love to lead you to the light my sweet)

seasofme120912obsess

take your cat and leave my sweater