the black and white notebook
perched on your bookshelf
reeks of aged blood
and insincere thoughts

does your mind
no longer prosper
the way you once described it?

you sang sweet lullabies
to the dark isle of trees
beckoning you to
distance yourself once again.

remind me why we
refuse to cry
what happened to the hope?
rejuvenation is scarce

my dear, what has it come to?
*you taught me nothing