But to delete all the poetry I wrote for you to never see

would be a waste of my creativity but….

so were all the words I fostered

orchestrated into your face

and featured on the bestsellers list

of photographs some people miss…..

I felt the kiss and then it faded

….things don’t exist.

Neither do I

so it only makes sense that love was always sucha senseless lullaby

and my dreams when I’m waking…is this the nightmare when I die?