The words you said to me.

Part of a series of poems about dreams I had once.

They aren't ghosts, but comrades who stop her sleep.

but I can’t find you.

drip drip drop

...but how can I be certain?

Your hands are red.

But don't forgive yourself.

She had a fear of death

Love through those three sets of eyes.

They are only hands. They really are only hands after all.

They say actions speak louder than words. His are both screaming, and silent.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy…” His voice dropped out as the cracking of two shells deafened the air around us, and a buzzing like a thousand bees pressed onto us from both...

As if no one could ever make you smile as wide.

Little she knows of real love.

'I'm sorry." she says.