I was a bird who knew the sky,
a map of cloud, a sun warmed eye.
I knew the branch, the whispered air,
the weight of two- a joy to bear.
The world was song, a woven thread,
but now you're gone, the song is dead...
The open sky, now seems a fright,
a hollow, vast and aching light.
The wind, a ghost; the sun, a glare,
and every beat feels raw, aware,
of nothing where your wings spanned,
this empty, wide and dreaded land.
So, I retreat. On bars I lean,
this cage of now, of in-between.
And here I see, in iron gleam,
a memory-leaf, a petal dream,
a pinecone from the rain-sweet pine,
a dew drop that was once our wine.
I cannot bear the unknown air,
so a kingdom of ours I build here.
A shrine of might-have-been,
lost love's echoes dwelling within.
A captive, yes, but not bereft,
I keep the sky of what we left...
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
Like clay in a potter’s hands,
I cradled your heart-
not to shape you,
but to help you find your form.
I turned the wheel gently,
steadying your rise,
never pressing too hard,
only watching, gently.
But a potter must not waver.
One tremor, one glance away-
and the soft shape collapsed,
folding into silence.
Now I sit with the dust,
wondering if the care,
the love was ever enough
to keep you whole.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
I believed I’d hold those memories,
like fragile, sunlit things-
soft with smiles, sweet with sorrow,
even when I knew I’d lose you.
Now, they press like cold stones,
each one carved with your name.
The joy we had now hollows me-
all of it turned into weight.
I want to keep your laugh echoing,
not the silence left after.
I want our past to warm me,
not just bleed me drier by the hour.
Somehow, the light we knew feels thinner,
and this tide of grief drags me under.
I miss the way I missed you then—
when missing didn’t drown me.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
Every gentle breeze that brushes my face,
The melodies that soothe my ear,
The hues of sky and flowers I trace—
In every breath, you make my heart stir.
A love I never knew my heart could hold,
Though worlds apart, it only grows.
Each day draws me closer to the moment
When my eyes will behold your smile,
And forgotten joy will rise, alive.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
Night falls— once again,
the cold moon offers no answer—
Why did you leave?
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
I keep writing to you,
day in and day out,
in languages of wind -
questions with no address,
apologies unechoed.
Are you warm there?
Does the light stay gentle
on the face I still see
when I close my eyes?
Peace was never
what you knew best.
You were made of storms,
and wrecking silences.
So tell me,
if whispers cross that border:
Do you finally feel safe?
Or is it me stitching
meaning into absence?
If you're hurting, I would
trade every breath
to unknot the dark.
Still spinning stories,
not knowing, but begging the air:
one feather, my love.
Just one little sign to know:
you're loved, you're safe,
you're light at last.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
To reach a child, you kneel-
not with your eyes alone,
with your spine and pride too,
till your shadow become a shelter.
She pushed me, fists like failed words,
all the anger in her eyes, a language
for all she couldn't give words to.
I bit back lectures, giving way to silence.
And I let it speak:
"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒".
Through it, echoed the words,
apologizing for an err not mine,
melting her anger like frost at dawn,
like a breath held too long, released.
That's when I knew,
this is how I loved you,
not by fixing, but standing guard,
at the door of your wounds.
But some storms only end
when the sky drowns itself.
Now I kneel alone, repeating my apology,
to the air, to the child in you,
to the silence that took you away.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
~Drained~
yet the salt rivers
carve deeper, still flowing.
~Blind~
yet the eyes search the dark,
groping for the gone.
~Numb~
yet the wound blooms fresh,
each hour a slow knife-turn.
~Fallen~
yet faking through the day,
the cycle grinding on without me.
~Nothing left~
yet the snarled threads
of future and fate choke me awake.
~Dead~
and still breathing.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
To feel alive, I stepped out,
earnestly seeking a way to be-
closer to nature, closer to you,
yet each footfall weighed so heavy.
My eyes burned and welled up,
I could blame the sun, a little.
Blades of tiny grass pricked my skin-
a feeling I’d long forgotten.
Fountain grass swayed in gold haze,
the sun sinking low behind it.
But all that filled my mind, my ribs,
was your face, your nearness.
Memories struck clear as glass:
our fingers first twining tight,
a story the trees still whisper-
the wind bringing you back to me.
With each passing moment,
I wish to go back in time-
to feel your breath, to hold your hand,
to be near, just blissfully watching you.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
Like a flower fading first from its core,
water never reaching, veins running dry—
slowly dying, no one seeing the collapse,
as the colors burn ever so bright.
You were the rain that drowned me,
roots drunk, petals swelled with light.
Now, rot creeps in and mold blooms slow,
still I clutch the last drops of you, too tight.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC