nothing is alright now

little sorrows dancing ‘round

like mother-toes and baby eyes

round like glass and in a kind of semi-circle

i will never laugh again

i do not understand

why you love like this

little blueberry spots in your eyes

and the smallest circle blackness beneath your eyelashes

you make me ache

as if each rib desires an escape

from my heart　 

she looks like sunlight

but not the empty kind

staring like stars

freckles like tiny moon-spots

i cannot look this way

the sun has long set

and the moon has hidden　 

beneath my never-ending loneliness

inspiration-and-identification: you (your blog) is so melancholically exquisite, thank you

oh! thank you, my dear. your words are far too kind.