A diary
Full of old loans
That tone at your heart
Aching, breaking
For so many—
They held it in their
Grasps
And it crumbled
Like existential dust
Striking midnight
Through wet, as tears
Write your story over
Some don’t hear
When the hearses come
I wish you could
‘cause I’ll be in that
One at the back
Seize this on the
Lack of GEMs shining
Agitating
It’s as sturdy as
Comic with bad jokes
It’s as steady as
Love without trust
It’s as wild as
Revelations with courtesy—
Gavin, you took that
Word as soon as you
Heard it spoken
And fled out of there