yearning

as the seasons passed, i called your name.

Van Gogh’s tree

he sat in front of his window, cried, raged, and painted.

dead leaves

autumn scenes.

sunlight

the light on what is dead and at peace.

autumn thanks

kisses and autumn leaves.

grave

this cold stone marks your vibrant and beautiful life.

unfinished lyrics

in these pages you left behind, your lyrics left unfinished, i will write the rest of your song.

autumn

my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.

ghost

I stand on the edge. you are not here.

reluctant arrival

the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.