like a funeral shroud
has been draped
over happiness
the light snuffed
the moth burned to a cinder
in fleeting hopes
of home
surrounded by faces
that seem
indistinct
undefined
all i feel
is a pebble in my shoe
i cannot shake loose
the depression
lays her itchy love
across my
weary mind
it seems
i nearly forgot her touch
entangled in my dna
