words from a note

as the summer quietly begins to meld into fall
and the evenings seem to slip in a lil earlier
i am enamored at how quickly time can creep by

thots scribbled on the scraps
of the recesses of my mind

concocting
contentment
out of complacency

found beauty in the
space
between your shoulder blades

shivering in the
disdain of
your embrace

diluting your
dreams
with my
doubts

crows feat

defining mortality
thru
un-census-able deaths

determining laws
of love
by the shards

seeing sense
even cohesion
in the bits

left behind.