quasi_sean

afterthoughts and apologies to the teacup

above
the sky
i remember
your
perfume
that
tasted
and worried
........you

i once held
in a thunderstorm
while
the afternoon
smiled
grey
on
our smiles

and
in the cracks
of the sidewalk
bleeding
lies
my heart
a stubborn reminder
of yesterdays
that
i bottle
for the
mornings now

it makes the eyeliner
look like
the trails
to
the
softer
edge
of
my
sanity.