Missing the nighttrain that could transport us to a past
from the same unfeeling hearts
that repeatedly walked up the spiral of emptiness.
Backward in sentiment, undemonstrative no less
by new regions formed
in comfort, in warmth, in mystery
why fumble for certainty
at something you and I have no liberty to know.
– geena April 2017
Recent FB post: me and my boyfriend — a match made in the galaxy 😍. But there’s no way telling Mr. Starlord — or we’re finished. 🤣
I’m happy to say, in a lot of ways you changed me
Makes me smile/ when you said you were glad the day
you found me
I’m wishing away/ any harm that might ever find you
Heaven knows, I really feel I’ll always be your girl.