Regards

As we walk
with regards to your heart
with regards to the mess
I wait for white flowers in white vases
blob along little ocean
breathe down little shark
the patience this takes
the grief of this experience
the pain
the blood
the fear
With mask marks on their faces forever
Do you know who you are at 3am
If you’ll draw a map for me
I’ll make one for you
so we can find a way someday