not till we are lost

the ink is black, the page is white

variations of black and white

when white meets black

some grays

blackened

cold hard black.

I wrote you a letter.

beauty of black and silver,

charcoal and graphite.

I’m walking the night

making a statement.

finding it hard to believe

dark leads to light—

break it to me gently

I do.

are we?

—something dramatic like that.

everybody was so young!

berry stained lips

they fall hard

I like to imagine their dreams,

share their passions.

welcome home, Persephone;

the dark is too hard to beat.

sometimes I still need you.

in the morning

it’s hard to wake up

the first days are so hard

Black mood

dark thinkings

that final disappointment

blackened by grief

chiaroscuro

morning after dark

a life well lived

well written