Jane

going through your clothes
is wrong
not something that should be done
they stay put
shined on by the partial sun
collecting dust
right where they were left

so much disruption
a crowded place not a home
cause you were my anchor
and it seems that now i'm slowly
drifting

away from the few people who care
the dwindling happy thoughts
my optimistic world
shadowed by guilt
and transparent tears

i want to call out for you
but heaven can be an unwelcoming place
maybe thats why

no one can hear my cries