His glittering emerald eyes
They appeared to float
Among the cerulean skies
Shivering under a puffer coat
Speaking softly, under breath
Dark alley ways after hours
Drunks and junkies on meth
Under these conditions, our love flowered
Yet a product of his place
High on his own supply
Felt time was an athlete, his empty space
Couldn’t hear his final sigh
His frail body lying among blue sheets
I co...
