it is april and my eyes are wide open

daydreaming about metropolitan cotton candy

lazing around, careless, sundazed

a hastily manufactured afterthought

stopping mid sentence

to gaze at cloudy skies and stars

seamless streams unbroken, forgotten

april, come it will

on quiet sunny days, seeping sunlight

leaking twilight skies

trail of words

trailing words

i can taste how much you loved me

how much you used to, anyway