Pansie
Pansie, you give me a little whiff of your soul, fragrant with the flowers of dawn. Its only the same as it ever was yet I see you, and how you have withdrawn. And I just can’t believe that you, Pansie, are the same soul I met the day when- -I shot my shot into the sky, you lit up like a thousand galaxies, that I now watch like circuits, light up at the sight of things- you tell me you love. Tell me Pansie, why did you stop? Eating your greens Going to class Counting your coins Tell me all of it. I know its not in me, to bring it back to you but I do not have to. As long as I can sit with you on this dark November day, light up the cigarette of nostalgia, and watch it in between your lips, wither away. No words have to leave your mouth No tears you have to cry Just let me sit with you in this loss and watch all our minutes pass us by. Time is numbered in this city- -for people like you and me. A plane will...