Autumn arrives
like a shadow
and memory trails behind
like a parade of ghosts.

Left alone
I painfully reconstruct
the worlds I've left behind.

Albino

What I miss most
are the stars
at night
and the snow
that would bite at my bones
and make me shiver.

Hope

Immortality
and glorious nonsense.
A sunburst in my brain
and plans of things to come.