Fragments

is running out of pride.

I want to tell the truth

but I don’t know how.

The wind is our best pen

and it blows poetry out of the water.

I wait for days and weeks to enter

a feeling that’s had years to leave.

The ocean keeps throwing questions

it has all the answers to.

A candle lights a room

and dims the stars.

When all that consoled consoles no longer

loneliness finds a room inside the one it knows.

I am shrinking from the light

and turning into space.

An old man with a new hat

wears his smile in the dark.