Summed up.

Previously published on clever girl goes blog.

Late at night

I tend to brood


remembering scenes


from the incomplete play


of a past love and life.


I love you,

I’d do anything for you…


mean much more when


they are said in daylight.


I collected


your sporadic smiles


locked them in my mind


saved them to remember


during your next


period of deliberate silence.


Someday I’ll pay the bills

with this guitar...


Chasing the dream


faster and faster


I choked


on your dust.


Playing with matches

a girl can get burned...


And I’ve always


been afraid


of fire.