This poem was left out of the novel and found on the cutting room floor. This section of the blog will feature content that was part of the creative process. Some of the posts will have ideas and poems that were hard to cut (like this one) -- and some will be terrible and embarrassing. They're all from the same well of inspiration.


when I'm gone,

just look to the frigid moon,

and feel the warmth

of my gaze..

knowing we have shared

the same upward stares..

mere moments apart.

these are connections of the heart.