| 80 | all that remained was the beating of our hearts |
| 78 | the inaccessible solitude of the sky |
| 74 | when air collapsed within |
| 69 | wearing our wounds like stars |
| 56 | to turn and remove the key |
| 55 | my heart, a palimpsest of every letter i've never written |
| 51 | as we observed the drifting whitecaps |
| 44 | in glimmering teal motes of dew |
| 27 | sketch for brian mcbride (in e flat minor) |
| 23 | shall these guiding embers be fashioned from our unlived yesterdays |