Conversations from above
as so below
I met you at a time
where the universe didn't align

You were hers
and I was mine


Some things aren't meant to be

I miss your voice
and that stupid laugh

So many coincidences
so many signs
I wish you were here
with your lips against mine

And what of a flower
whose petals fall in a sacrificial ritual
to make room for new ones to grow

6-25-25   1:56pm

I'll see your favorite number
and the moon will look back at me
the barista saying your name
or our song coming on the radio

maybe it's the universe playing tricks on me
who knows
either or
you're still all I think about

5-4-25

every turn a double take
every glance a mistake

the club has many faces
but yours is the one
I hope to see