the leaves of despair, slowly blown with the wind. as she thinks of one’s pair, “how greatly was i pinned?” longing for such hands, fall come and go, arrested in a warrant, what happened to their vow? her mind continues to wander, of times gravely changed. “mundane as it was,” she ponders, yet why does it feel so strange? the leaves faltered with grace, in serenity she chose to subside. will she ever see such face? will he ever know i’ve cried?

my father carrying me through arms flailing at the sides as the crickets try as might not to wake me up my mother peeking through the creaking doorway stating good wishes and a night covering me with her warmth my brother telling me his ever-so-doubted affection hesitated bursts of connection he wishes me good i hope death feels like my home's warmth my family's comfort so mote it be