to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

It's funny
How a beautiful morning
Makes everything seem like it belongs.

Real communication
Has been lost
In the depths
Of the cloud.

True feeling
Is seldom seen-
Now, thoughts
Are shown
Through emojis.

Does anyone feel
The wholesomeness
Of somebody else's
Voice anymore?

The smell of their
Skin, the faces
That they make, or
Simply- their presence.

Conversations are
Much more
Than the words
Typed out on a
Smartphone screen.

People are meant
To actually be
Seen.

Words do not escape like warm honey
They gather up like black molasses
Entrapped for all of time

Dare not speak them
Too prideful
To name would be to admit
To confess
Love fallen and no regret
To love without promise of  love
To fall in the infinite
Knowing not if one will be caught
Or bathed in pure bliss

Unspoken words are bottle up deep inside
Causing pain, anguish and sadness
An unfathomable hole of darkness
Awaiting recognition of it's true nature  

So lost in the illusion of what once was or could have happened
Too busy avoiding and hiding to pause and let the darkness unveil
To let it name itself for what it is
Only moving day through day with the undeniable need to unleash the madness

With the vial pulled over
The search for unknowable answers persist
Falling victim to loving others who do not love themselves
Lost in delusions
Constantly trying to escape truth
That will only be revealed when paused and left to be undefined