An Afterlife With You

She once said that I wasn't a bad person, it was simply my choices that were bad and that it wasn't the right time to make amends Perhaps in the future Time passed, I didn't think it was enough, Every time I saw something cool, I wished so much to tell her about it Often, I'd walk up to her, Just to turn around and walk the other way The words that I wished to say, simply stayed But reaching for her again was a risk I meant to take, even when I foresaw what could have happene

It was at the bar, the usual gin in hand, a Manhattan in hers. A sip to the mouth before she spoke Why do you wish for everything to be...

She apologizes more than saying “please” and “thank you” She apologizes more than saying “please” and ”thank you” not because of her...

With the winds of cold filling the air In the fields of gladiolas where ghosts crucified drunk monks The sordid god  retrieved the souls...