Let the waves roll over you
Consume you
Drown you

I Walked . . .

I could not tell if it was your backpack
Or your life 
That was too heavy

Are You Screaming?

I can’t see your face
Every expression wiped off 
A blank slate

Another You

Every time I see you
You give me a different reason 
For having another drink

A Thousand Deaths

You were 27
You lived and died
You died a thousand deaths before you stopped breathing


I have not slept
I am jet-lagged
I am ever so slightly drunk
My senses comfortably numbed