I lit a candle so that in this corner, when it might be easy to despair for the world, there may still be light. That much I can do.

The stars still race upwards towards the night and the moon still follows you while you are driving in your car, whatever is here is as  profound as ever, tonight is best to find a silly reason to smile and laugh together

si crees que no te entiendo lo suficiente
para quererte esta bien

no hay ningún pasillo del cual yo quisiera recurrir para hacerte entender

si tengo que ser igual que tú en toda manera entonces eres tú

el que no sabe de querer pues nada en esta vida es igual y yo tampoco

It is you that I hungered for
on the desolate wings of nameless birds
over terrain new to my carving eyes
for the entirety of my morning light
a spring has run, and I dirtied-nosed
rugged from the terrain have always sung
your cascading waters even before it knew
I felt the outpouring exit me

I look at old photographs of picturesque
places we’d traveled to together our faces teeming with a burgeoning smile
that is locked and keyless over pixels
that remain unchanged by time they so dutifully remind me that we used
be together and happy within this gallery of sorts

I am no longer
what you wished
me to be
when the flurry
of the wind comes
to brush my hair
I let it

each of the seedling kindnesses you plant
every small deed you do lives like a
giant redwood year after you're gone--
all your goodwill skipping over time's
lengthy lake to ripple