Stronger, they said.

No tears from the eyes,
Only the bleeding heart
That’s all left.

The silence,
The hidden emotions,
And, something inside me is broken.  

A soul with mixed emotions,
Occupying the skulls
Just to continue living this endless life

And begging God to bring lights,
feeding the spirit’s craving emotion.

He got a new young wife,
And with her two new children,
Buy one get two free.
Mum is mentally strong,
She didn't break down,
She opened a catering business from home.
We don't miss dad,
Mum has so much love and her time to give,
Like the gentle rays of sunshine,
That engulfs us in its warmth
Giving us new hope and encouragement each day
And that's enough for us.
29/12/2024

I hold a bottle to the sky
To toast to you
You’ve gone away
Not forever but maybe
Depending on what you believe

I’ll miss you dear
I’ll miss you forever
I’ll keep your picture in my rearview mirror
I’ll always remember you

Your smile left a print
I’ll miss it dear
It made me happy when I was sad
I’ll have to get used to that

The way your car smelled like cigarettes
It was the worst
But it was you
And I will miss it too

I’ll see you see you soon
It’s not goodbye
Or it is
Depending on what you believe

I’ll miss you dear
I’ll miss you forever
I’ll keep your picture in my rearview mirror
I’ll always remember you

Do you know Jesus?
Only He is trustable
His Love is greatest

I designed on a string from my ❤️ to yours
the twists and loops of yesterday
Celtic rings in tactile squares
a monochromatic dream sequence
in patchwork futures of sutured memories

large squares of Bay Bridge yesterdays
smaller ones on seagulls' wings
I'm still working on a future
every stitch in time lost and loved

it smells like me...

a gift to wrap the long and lonely nights in love
where months of me are woven into miles
that tether my ❤️ to yours

I'd hoped to be done by your birthday
it lies unfinished
a bin of fragmented dreams...
...maybe I'll finish by Christmas

just to feel close to the ghost of you

Dear diary;
I do not feel-
no, I do not feel anymore.
Sometimes I can feel my heartbeat,
or a lonely butterfly in this stomach
but that pales in comparison to
when I used to feel alive,
to feel any hope at all.