{ AKASHA }

poem

my mistakes

and her frame

steal my sleep as i

remember my mistakes and

remember her mother

how could she see much of anything through swollen eyes? love much of anything with someone stealing it all? it was never going to last - my needs were too triggering

but i was the one person that would let her leave when she asked --

maybe this saved us

is she dreaming of me fondly,

marking up the pages

and sending me her copies when she's done?

i wake up at 3 to a beam of light

melting between my eyes

our life is one big reading

our love, a strange chapter that i wish

belonged to a different book