what draws us closer is no cosmic riddle
the warmth of each falsehood
a desperate prayer to the deities of memory
even as forever quietly passed us by
the glass teaches me stillness
i won't apologize for the little quirks
alas, color has its burden
i've learned to love you as i love a garden
yet, even in hubris, the world wept for him.
for the first time, i'd wished i wasn't a dreamer
