it was a long, long journey.
looking back over their shoulders
the trodden path behind was littered –
with heart-shards,
splinters of shattered dreams,
and the fine grey ash
of hope once burning bright.
many might question, never understand.
but to them –
to the two of them –
holding each other
close, tight,
as if to will their existence
into one living, breathing thing –
fueled by love,
souls branded with gentle grief –
to them,
this moment,
this quiet now –
is worth everything.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
when the moon shines and stars twinkle
i saw, no, i see
the wrinkles, the spots
the misted window to your soul
i heard, no, i hear
my name on your lips
a barely-there caress tickling my ears
i breathed in, no, i breathe in
waft of herbs and medicines
a medley, a cacophony
that paints your final essence
as vivid as the dawn breaking
there i am, awake
with the everlasting ache
so acutely felt –
in the existence of your non-existence
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 1:46 AM UTC
ears perked, neck stretched
the rustle of the hem of my dress
drip drop, pitter patter
catching sweat mapping the lines of my neck
humming, drumming –
there’s a parade in the cavity of my chest
a hard squint, a long stare
and the world came to a standstill
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes
the gasping in the silence of the night
awakened by the ache that comes
as sudden and swift
as the piercing cry of wails that rose
when the man in white
turned up at the door and painted the day
the colour of nothing
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC