Your birthday, still on my phone
Your pictures, still in my head
Through your laughter, I atone
Through your gifts, I am wed
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:04 PM UTC
And when she sits here
across from me...
what am I
to say?
Am I to tell her,
That she is only here because
I saw you for a second,
within her eyes.
and that her exuberance,
whimsy,
and charm,
do not reach me in even a fraction of the way
your quiet companionship
did?
Am I to tell her,
that despite her beauty,
the contest
for most beautiful woman in the world
was decided the day I met you,
and she could only ever
come in second?
Or should I describe
your simplest features,
so she too might understand -
the dimples in your cheeks
that announced themselves
whenever you laughed at my silliness.
How when you would laugh too hard
that one ever so slightly crooked tooth
would show,
and that I would wait for it
just to feel lucky.
Tell me darling,
in which way do I explain
to this woman? Beautiful,
in her own right.
That in such a short time,
I have lived and died
and now I am here
deceiving myself,
in an attempt to be reborn.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
There comes a night,
within which silence
changes perplexion.
No longer soft with hope,
but hard with truth.
No crickets to chirp.
No cars to roam.
Just a frigid breeze,
Signaling the setting of summer.
Tonight,
this moon does not shine.
and the stars..
They mockingly stare back,
without any hint of
destiny promised.
But I remember.
I remember what was
once
promised to me.
Warmer nights.
Where a couple would ingite love through storm.
With foolish words, forgiving hands and any efforts that their youth could muster.
I have learned however,
that even a flame once fierce,
can gutter in its own smoke.
Tonight is such a Night of No Return.
where I release a name into wind
and no longer chase the answer.
Where you walk your road,
and I walk mine,
and the crossroads we were once meant to embrace upon,
dissolve into dust.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 11:04 PM UTC
I wander down the boardwalk
as I used to, many years ago.
Metering my steps to feel some semblance of control.
The yellow streetlights set fire to my
pupils over and over again as I pass under.
There's an old, soft breeze from the
lakeshore coming in.
Although you can't necessarily see the lake from here.
"This is the nice part of town" I tell myself, as my soul rests into the cityscape
and prepares itself.
I'm meeting her tonight.
In many ways its the same night as
many years ago. Warm,
but not enough to be without
a sweater or some layer on top. Although those who are young enough will likely wear less.
Perhaps she'll even choose
to wear that black jacket again.
Walking up the concrete, I look down and feel my feet underneath the weight of my bones. Every fiber and hair is on guard, and
I'm shaking.
"I'm going to give myself away" I think to myself.
I arrive at a dimly lit restaurant, and take my seat on the outside patio. My weight sinks into my cotton shirt, and it in turn pushes into the cloth of the seat. I order some waters and try to breathe into the end of summer.
It's been a decade since I last saw her. Our last exchange was a cup of bittersweetness.
I cycle through thoughts of fate and destiny, wondering about where it is leading me, or I am leading myself, now in my 30's.
I settle on the fact that its all too grand to decide right now.
My phone rumbles against the glass of the table.
And just as quickly
I pounce to check. She's arriving.
I look around frantically but there are no familiar faces.
I feel colder and my heart races.
Am I ready?
Her dress comes from around the corner.
A firm, confident walk, the same as she had many years ago.
I used to observe it carefully when she came my way. She carries her bag cautiously, mindful of her surroundings, but still, seemingly at ease.
Her skin glows ever so sadly amidst the evening sun, a warm caramel reflection back into the sky. We exchange glances briefly. An acknowledgement of a time long ago, and the people we once were together.
It is time.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
To Love Her
is to shiver at the beginning
of every sleep
and pray that the morning comes.
For what if I do not wake,
and a lifetime of her laughter is stolen
from me.
To Love Her
It is to know that she is now the center of my world.
That no other relation or figure could triumph
in the face of her.
As she is all I see.
To Love Her
is to fear every moment away.
Fearing that through some
unforeseen accident
I may have seen her
for the last time.
To Love Her
is an agony of the most wonderful kind.
It is the sparkle in her eye that enlivens
and lets me know why I was put to soil
after all.
To Love Her
is to see two little pairs of legs running about
cheering behind
their
mother's voice.
To Love Her
is to add warmth to rain,
calm to wind
and a coolness to the sun
It is when I see her reflection in my glass of wine
and the world stops spinning,
just as it did, so very long ago,
on our first date.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
I would hang onto
Even the smallest droplet of love
That you could afford to give me
The piece that mistakenly fell out
Of your caged heart.
Oh, miserly lover, love truly with another.
I wish you nothing but the best.
For if one of your droplets has sustained me
For such a length,
Then what love would one accomplish,
and what highs could one feel,
If your waters were to flow
Like river over stone,
freely over them
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
I dreamed us a house,
its bones a lattice of whispered vows,
its roof stitched with the threads
of our laughter, thick as stars.
The floors hummed with the weight of mornings,
two cups, one kettle—
the orchestras of a life together.
But you, my phantom architect,
forgot the plans, or perhaps
burned them in a garden I will never see.
I drew blueprints in my sleep,
measuring the spaces
between what we had and what you wanted.
I held a window to your face—
"See, here is the sun we are to share."
But your eyes were rain-soaked stones,
fixed on an horizon
where no house stood, no promise lingered.
Did you ever want it?
Or did my dreams merely sprawl
too wide, too weighty for your quiet compass?
Now I walk alone
through the ruins of this imaginary place,
longing for your footprints in the dust,
wishing you could see
the cathedral I built in your name.
But the silence tells me
you never prayed here,
and perhaps never will.
Still, I carve your absence
into every unspoken room,
this house that was never built.
Its ghost towers above me,
aching, eternal,
a monument to my dreams unshared.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 5:28 PM UTC
It wasn't just a sound;
it was a map,
leading to a world
I thought we would build -
a world where her laugh
would echo down the corridors of our home.
spilling into the rooms
where children would learn
the magic of their mother's joy
Her laughter -
was color and warmth to the walls
of gray stone.
A pebble skipping over still waters,
shaking the silence
of my life before her.
But it's gone now,
its music quieted.
I still wait to hear it -
its rise, its ripple, its reverberation
the careless abandon
that made me believe
tomorrow could be beautiful.
I live now among echoes,
pieces of her joy caught between
corners
of old conversation.
I would give anything to hear it
again,
to let it anchor me
But laughter, like love,
cannot be held in place.
It flutters away
as quickly as it came
and I sit in its absence
holding onto the memory
of a giggle
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 10:41 PM UTC
We danced in the marrow of fire
where your laugh was a hymn to the sun
and my breath, fiery dawn
against your calm.
The moon was yours, wasn't it?
You claimed it in laughter,
its craters mirroring the scars you hid.
Now it hangs over me, pallid and ever so distant,
a barren reminder that your light bends,
but never stays.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
I ache for the curve of your lips,
the secret valleys where your whispers rest,
the gentle storm of your breath
against the quiet hunger of my own.
In the trembling air, I find
the ghost of your fingers weaving through mine,
their warmth a fragile truth
that lingers in the hollows of my palm.
Your body, now drifts
like a dream behind a veil.
I long to cross the distance,
to find your skin beneath the moonlight,
to trace constellations of us
once more into the quiet rhythms of night.
Oh, let me fall into you again,
into the world we made
in stolen hours and hushed embraces.
Let my lips find yours
as if the universe depends on their meeting,
and as if time itself stops to listen
to the story only we can tell.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC