influences
on the red of
her lips, and
her cornflower
hair glowing,
an autumn moon
sulking by a
riverside bank
as pastel waves
kissed out the
drought of spring
and i remembered
how to forget…
bruised knuckles,
twisted hallways
filled with ghosts
that no one can chase
but her all alone,
and a room which
held my dark fears
but never let them out.
and left nothing but
silent discontent,
wrong phone calls,
her umber eyes under
the influence of tears
until they turned red
and drifted off into
a sleepless dream.