At times, a boy hurls
a pebble at the glass sky
and breaks— the silence.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC
some things memory
never forgets.
just now in the blue
shadow of a naked past,
i thought i saw
your hands
waving back at me.
if i stand still, the
night is august,
and my love is
a ribboned
parcel under
a green tree.
when you
look at me,
your name falls
out my mouth
like kisses
raining from
the sky
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC