It did not leave all at once.
Nothing important ever does.
It left in revisions -
Small edits
The Slow removal of certainty
There is a sharpness to the quiet
When a relationship is over
Not empty
But rearranged
You find yourself careful
Over objects that carry blame
Songs
A venue
The absence and how the mind turns to it
As if love were a place
And not an event
In time
Even the longing learns
To lower its voice
Never gone
Just no longer in charge of the room
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC
I have died before
Once in October
Then in May
And yet I walk around
May is curious
So full of itself, so green
With it's indifferent abundance
It's quiet insistence on being alive
The pigeons at the beach don't notice
They've learned to absorb such disappearances
Without acknowledgement
At night, my mind moves thru the trees
Knowing what the day could not say
Nothing to confirm
Yet refusing to indict
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
The sand has pardoned
My departure
The sea is soft & endless-
I understand now how
Certain days are not
Days at all but small
Chambers
In the mind
Pelicans, as solemn as Priests
Bid farewell
I want to remain
Not out of happiness-
But because the days here
Loosen the machinery of thought
Now there are airports-
Announcements
Waiting
Rituals of departure
Passports & the punishment of the herd-
I carry, in my suitcase -
Shirts stiffen by salt
Preparing to exchange Astonishment for the
Comfort of routine
The entire island moving
Into memory
Which means it will deepen
Become more radiant
Than it ever was
The tide, untouched by my leaving
Erases my footprints with the Tenderness of something that never Needed me at all
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
We once stood on the Edge
And called it Love
Now it gathers itself into a corner
Quietly, like an old heirloom
You arrived like weather
Changing rapidly
Bringing your own history of doors
Like a weapon
Then things became careful
Which is how endings often begin -
Language became architecture
Boundaries turned to borders
Later, there was a still silence -
Not the peaceful kind
The abandoned kind that rearranges
The room
While one is caught inside
The simplest of all truth:
Nothing was solved or resolved
Only set down
We placed something fragile
On a foreign beach shore
And now we dare not look back
As it closes
Without ceremony
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5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
The stars winked from the end of the pier -
As if signaling to no one in particular
She was the unity he had searched for
of this he was certain
The restless wind carried
All their revisions -
The coveted moments of intimacy
Unfolding across naked arms
He understood then
How certain nights are not nights at all
But small chambers inside the mind
Each another's audience
Breaking the seal of solitude
Walking the sand
Kiss to hand
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
What began as pleasant
Turned into geometry -
Position, counter-position
The subtle art of who yields
And who does not
Uncertainty
Departure
The ground beneath
Erased
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
It is evening again
and the phone lies still
Like something that has given up speaking
Then dialog returns -
Your words insisting on balance
Mine refusing the scale
We circle the same narrow bridge
Each certain the other is asking too much
Each certain we are the one
Being asked to disappear
There is a fatigue to it -
I begin to understand
That it is not the words themselves
But their arrangement -
How they close in
How they draw wind from the sails
We have stood on opposite ends
Of something narrow & fragile
Calling the crucible understanding
Each asking the other
To cross first
Still, there are moments
A smile breaking through
Like the sunshine I remember in St Johns
A presence, undeniable
As if our collective beauty alone
Could revise the terms
So I stand here
Holding nothing
Which is at least honest
Then watching the night gather itself
Around that which could not resolve
There is a weariness in it all
But also a blooming
A loosening
I lean into the night
To remember you
Without entering the argument
I can hold what was good
Without negotiating the terms
And from that small slice
Something opens
All the intimacy within spills out
Here beyond the loop
There is a wider space
A space that doesn't require
A defense
...and where
Without effort
Peace lands like a small sparrow in a puddle
As natural as night
Finding the shore of the ocean
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
The night has a room no one enters
And you are already there
Curled inside the hush
In the dark
You become the rumor
The shape the world has forgotten
The sleep you never asked for
Leans in like a dim lamp
At the end of a long hallway
April made you
Out of wind and left over silence -
Born of two that speak no more
Yet you rise from this narrow dream
Step into the streets of the city
In clothes you chose for yourself
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Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 8:45 AM UTC
The missing
Arrives without asking
Fills my room
And aches
It has all been undone
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Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
On the bow of a sailboat
Flesh & steel are one
Sun gives way to rain
Gives way to sun
And we leave what we must
The sea speaks a language
That doesn't always comfort
The way a debt begs to be settled
The way she opens her mouth
Again, the rain will come
Of that we can be sure
Soft and persistent
A tenderness that endures
But there is a place
The water never reaches
The hidden corridors of thought
Where the night returns again
These are my wounds
These are my ruins
Displayed over weary bones
As the storm breathes thru the marrow
Whispering its fragile hope -
Then retiring to prayer
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Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC