Mirror Lost
reminds me
everyday
sunrise and set,
how? I ask
I lost you,
inside gold
flake mirror
too heavy
a view
to absorb.
I lost you
I hear
as old smiles
make weathered
hearts cry.
Goodbye
Lost one,
Goodbye
Love.
Jason
Aug 9, 2011
“Happy Birthday to Me”
Riverbed
pewter spoon worn edge to edge;
my reasoning as of these days.
glance up
small hand just after four
apparently, I am a peach
when it comes to you,
bruises appearing from
the slightest weighed
words your mouth drops
leaving me lackluster
and
tarnished.
Jason
July 2, 2011
