Grief

I picked the dust you left behind.

I tried to find your trace within.

I didn't fail to tell the truth.

My lips quivered my deed didn't.

Your sweater smelt of life within.

I wept when I peeked that blood on skin.

You turned to cold on a passenger seat. Unconscious mind, unconscious feet.

It was hard to let you go, the dusk was dark - where to go.

Your little of presence - visit in dreams.

To choke some blues, to calm some grief.

A little of we is all I want.

A little of we is all I want.