A new poem. It is called Clementine.
Days turn into dust and rain
as you turn into sky.
Huddled, like a man of clay.
Water on my skin rolls by.
Ghosts and graves
in moonlight death.
Crucifixes,
far away.
Days turn into dust and rain.
Colour loses hue.
My world is fading blue to grey,
like memories of you.
