Sad Labels:
verse
ugly truth (comprehending);
goodbye lost in the
viral scope of
terminal missives.
torn eyes (looking)
at blank pages
where sentences
once prevailed their wisdoms;
as if we were,
or could be,
that which i imagined
in my hopeless naivete.
all colors of the spectrum;
all eyes seeiing.
in our broken stare
we left ourselves until
we were left by it.
and even then,
still no mention of.