Grief is a filled cloud,

vapor.
Limp.

  reaches

failed prisms.

are
easy when
night and day figures
debit
your

Balance.

my
Observation:
you

Gone.


Caroline Shank
April 15, 2025

If I am a planet
then you are my sun
my centre
my light
you keep me safe
grounded
without you I drift
you are comfort
you are warmth
you sustain me
my sunshine

I woke up in the early morning hours
Insomnia—such a ***** sometimes
But this time, I didn’t mind
All was quiet
Even my thoughts were calm
Deep in waking dreams of love
I relished the alone hour with you

I wonder: Was your mind with me too?

Good morning, Love,
Today I woke up twice to you,
Making it a morning with a double shot of "good".

I hope my love
blankets you with peace and comfort as you sleep
So that you, too, might wake
to a double shot of "good"
when your morning rises.

The skin finally spoke to the skeleton:
“The truth never reached the heart,
it only bruised the surface
purple memories, too heavy to hold,
too fleeting to remember.”

“But did it reach you?”
the skeleton asked,
“Did it leave you the way it left me?”

The skin hesitated,
as if the healing could never erase
what it had become.

And the skeleton whispered,
“I carry the cracks.
What broke you
is still bleeding in me."