137.

The stilled coffin tongues
of regret, mock our shadows
through the petulant

cheeked windows full of
all the dusty memories
our limbs once harbored.

136.

Your love tries to tear
rivers through veins, forgetting
it can't reach that deep.

135.

The light of his heart
shines through the weight of distance
with a great friendship.

134.

The patterns of my
heart seem determined to stay
dyslexic, onward.

133.

I count off the days
between our ever shrinking
distance. Just waiting.

132.

The stars remain an
echo of beauty, even
when one cannot see.

131.

How softly she wraps
those lips around my words in
a love's reprisal.