welcome
night
cold
sun
welcome
sleeping
souls
tired
earth
death
cycle
welcome

moon
you
welcome
me
home
no
matter
where
I
roam
we
talked
on
the
phone

we
watched
the
prison
mike
episode
and
laughed
like
we
were
kids
again

she
threw
his
grandma’s
ring
in
the
ocean
but
practiced
with
seashells
first

I
couldn’t
very
well
leave
while
the
radio
played
huey
lewis

I
climb
the
stairs
to
share
her
laugh
and
the
second
floor
ghosts
call
to
me

I’m
writing
writing
in
my
dreams
in
my
head
on
your
body
write
me

my
eyes
slide
over
the
words
while
my
mind
takes
time
thinking
over
you

and
then
the
sun
came
out
and
the
trees
weren’t
leaning
or
heavy
with
rain

hear
them
laughing
and
cheering
not
far
away
I’m
sick
with
sad
again

the
trees
by
this
coast
lean
and
lean
with
the
wind
and
maybe
I’m
amazed

I
said
nothing
only
blushed
pink
kawaii
a
shade
I
do
quite
well

always
beside
you
inside
you
residing
in
you
a
ghost
I
ride
you

‘tis
the
season
when
spiders
come
to
stay
and
the
cobwebs
keep
us
warm

the
sun
had
rained
rain
had
shined
the
poems
came
from
the
candle
flames

she
calls
me
kiddo
kiddo
she’s
not
even
that
much
older
than
me

poems
came
from
the
candles
witches
sang
futures
sam
played
the
piano

I
had
to
write
words
I
had
to
feed
mouths
I
took
a
bath
braided
my
hair

she
drew
me
crying
in
my
room
because
she
said
I
do
that
a
lot

thinking
about
the
poems
I’ve
lost
or
the
poems
I
broke
up
with