I wait for death like most people wait for true loveWith a lifetime of longing for a moment-long embraceLucid dreams of what it would be likeAnd plans, grand elaborate plans for the tiny fraction of a second when we finally meet I imagine death to be the ultimate second chanceThe (real) point of letting go …
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
Rotten Peaches Poetry 