I made a pie out of the sun,
Shares to share with its warmth —
A morphed heart bestowed and transformed:
I must have been looking at someone.

“That is why you are here”
Where nowhere becomes home.
The previous tenants paid out their loan,
And sporadic breathing was all I could hear.

“Can we share a life?” Not the time to ask.
“Can we love?” Not my decision to solve.
“Welcome home!” Calling a ghost.
“Where were you?” Words that withdrew.
“I missed you.” Time flew.

I made a pie out of the moon,
Shares to share with its gloom —
A cold soul yearning again to fly:
I want to hold a smile and a heart.

Paradoxically, where the heart bleeds;
Alone in a grafted alley
Lungs empty their cells:
“Why can’t you ever find it by yourself?”

Paradoxically, where the heart thinks;
Linked and filled,
Fear instills.
“Why can’t you be alone for a bit?”

Great Ghosts that ask of no one.
Entertaining their boredom,
Hiding fears of the Nothing,
Blinking to dream.