Where did you go?

I don't know what the hell to make
so I didn't make anything. 

It's only when I'm on my own
only on my own
only then
the walls close in
and I don't know why.

The pulchritude of sadness.

I'll Die Before He Goes

She waited.

A year ago
he went to hospital
and a year later
he stayed.

She waits
she visits
but the sigh in her throat
is a pity.

I'm happy
so there's nothing to talk about
and I'm bored.

There's so much to do.

So I didn't do anything.

And nothing changed.

The Curious Nature of Flowers

That flower won't stop staring at me
It's making me uncomfortable
That impersonal gaze
It seems to penetrate me
Question me
Pity me
Looking into my space
And wondering why
But I don't know
So it just floats there
Wide open
Unrelenting
And always judging.