Remorse

Tender spots and aching hearts.

You shot me dead,

crescents red.

Bleeding through the

blinding shiny snow,

melting to the ocean shore.

All you are now is

the color of remorse



Wonderful and mystical,

never felt it at all.

Afterlife’s identical



to fire flies in white daylight

crashing in-

to satellites.

Drinking through the

Wispy tipsy gin.

Locked away in my head again

now their inner light is,

the color of remorse