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 univer 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

6-12-25

I look for you in the scroll of my story viewers
I look for you at the Mediterranean spot we once went to
I look for you at our local movie theater
I look for you when I find myself in the city
I look for you when an opportunity comes my way
I look for you when I hear your name out loud
I look for you when I smell coffee
I look for you in August when we first met

I look for you
I look for you

But do you do the same for me?

there‘s a room in my head
where I put all the things
I can‘t say to anyone.

it’s cluttered.
broken chairs,
half-drunk bottles,
notes scrawled on napkins
with words
I was too afraid to mean.

people tell you
to let it go,
but what they don’t tell you is -
the heaviest stuff
floats right back.