dreams aren't as sweet
without you here.
morphed and plagued with
images that sear
into my memory.

it makes no difference
how many or what pills i take.
the stains running down
my cheeks are still there when i wake
in the morning, sometimes evening,
mostly afternoons.

as hard as it might be
and though it pains me to say:
when you were here,
you kept my demons at bay.
now you're gone
and they're here to stay.


you'd think that moving 4,000 miles away would solve everything.
you'd be wrong.