remorse no favorite
color place or scent;
it has me now it breathes
in gas it breathes out
disappointment in light
pink skies.
it becomes a line
straightened out by intuition
and tormented by logic
that i failed
i failed i failed.
so where suddenly becomes
potent and memories become
suicidal, we collaborate
with scars from the past
and never yet prayers
for my moment
with you.
