no footstep in the hall
the dull tick of the clock
sleep but no rest
sorrow
Last Words
all the words not said
all the ones that still echo
after the door slams
Grief
in a gray cloak
the sky prepares to weep
the end of autumn
Doll
the doll abandoned
for a new best friend
leans on the old bear
Into the Sunset
let me slip off in peace
avoiding the rivers of
lingering goodbyes
Homeless
like a stray cat
the teen girl searches the dumpster
one more time
Nettles
stinging nettles
brush my ankles as I pass
whips of sharp regret
