A wave, a hazy line
Campfire smoke
Passes by, meanwhile stinging
My eye
A tingle of the skin
Thoughts of him
Too late for me
Friendship defeated by
More than hope
Departed why
Our law of
No expectations
Collapses around me
Tears of lossFor you, for us
Fighting back
Worth less
Less worth
Our loss, our law
Open book, Closed door
Janinka Diverio