Each time I wander, hopeful, looking for signs.
Each time I return more lost than before.
Gratitude for bridges burned.
Gratitude. For love received. Never returned.
Gratitude for illusions on dead canvases.
Gratitude. For dreams now hollower than carcasses
Gratitude. For stealing from me, what was not mine.
Gratitude. For the words temporarily perched on the blind
Shoulders of wisdom.
Gratitude. For stories that lull suspicion to sleep.
Gratitude. For all the tears that I’d never weep
For we could never be.
Gratitude. Till I’m emptied of all your lies.
Gratitude. For no more does blood cleanse my eyes
Gratitude. For pain.
It is clichéd after all
To cry for every bruise, to shed tears upon a fall.
A temporary imbalance.
Gratitude. For the trust
Gone up in the flames.
Gratitude. For the hand rolled cigarette
Half smoked remains
On an ash tray of thoughts.
Gratitude. Is a beggar girl I shooed away yesterday.
Gratitude. Imprinted her little hand on the dusty leaves of gray
Memories, one evening.
Gratitude, will whisper a half truth and be forgotten
Gratitude. Will never remember to love the ill-gotten
Much desired prize.
Gratitude. For words I do not comprehend.
Gratitude. For emotions that transcend
Gratitude, my friend, my love, my companion vain.
Gratitude, for we may not meet again.
On sands of time