In the quiet of thoughts,
I wander,
a maze of echoes,
where clarity fades,
and shadows linger,
lost in the mind’s
endless night.

Dear,
In this moment,
the steps feel familiar,
like we’ve danced here before.
The words feel familiar,
like we’ve sung here before.
The air feels familiar,
like we’ve lived here before.
In this moment, my dearest,
your lips feel familiar,
like we’ve kissed here before.
Do you feel it too,
or is it just me,  lost in this déjà vu?

Thoughts race in circles,
shadows hide in every corner.
Who’s there?
Can I trust?
In this quiet,
paranoia whispers,
filling the air.

In corners, they quietly rest,
ink fading like lost memories,
stories linger in silence,
awaiting the warmth of hands,
to remember what was once felt.

In twilight,
In one another's arm
a gentle embrace,
we whisper secrets to the fading light,
the sky blushes soft,
as if sunlight day kissed starry night goodbye.

hush now little one,
darkness covering the sky,
hush now little one,
waiting for sun rise.

In the quiet of the night,
words unspoken linger,
echoes of thoughts,
a silent voice,
whispering dreams.

If I held
your hand tightly,
could
I
keep us safe?

If I could fold my heart into an envelope,
Seal it with a sigh and send it to you—
Would you read every beat,
Or would it get lost in the clutter of your busy life?