It is evening again
and the phone lies still
Like something that has given up speaking
Then dialog returns -
Your words insisting on balance
Mine refusing the scale
We circle the same narrow bridge
Each certain the other is asking too much
Each certain we are the one
Being asked to disappear
There is a fatigue to it -
I begin to understand
That it is not the words themselves
But their arrangement -
How they close in
How they draw wind from the sails
We have stood on opposite ends
Of something narrow & fragile
Calling the crucible understanding
Each asking the other
To cross first
Still, there are moments
A smile breaking through
Like the sunshine I remember in St Johns
A presence, undeniable
As if our collective beauty alone
Could revise the terms
So I stand here
Holding nothing
Which is at least honest
Then watching the night gather itself
Around that which could not resolve
There is a weariness in it all
But also a blooming
A loosening
I lean into the night
To remember you
Without entering the argument
I can hold what was good
Without negotiating the terms
And from that small slice
Something opens
All the intimacy within spills out
Here beyond the loop
There is a wider space
A space that doesn't require
A defense
...and where
Without effort
Peace lands like a small sparrow in a puddle
As natural as night
Finding the shore of the ocean
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
It is evening again
and the phone lies still
Like something that has given up speaking
Then dialog returns -
Your words insisting on balance
Mine refusing the scale
We circle the same narrow bridge
Each certain the other is asking too much
Each certain we are the one
Being asked to disappear
There is a fatigue to it -
I begin to understand
That it is not the words themselves
But their arrangement -
How they close in
How they draw wind from the sails
We have stood on opposite ends
Of something narrow & fragile
Calling the crucible understanding
Each asking the other
To cross first
Still, there are moments
A smile breaking through
Like the sunshine I remember in St Johns
A presence, undeniable
As if our collective beauty alone
Could revise the terms
So I stand here
Holding nothing
Which is at least honest
Then watching the night gather itself
Around that which could not resolve
There is a weariness in it all
But also a blooming
A loosening
I lean into the night
To remember you
Without entering the argument
I can hold what was good
Without negotiating the terms
And from that small slice
Something opens
All the intimacy within spills out
Here beyond the loop
There is a wider space
A space that doesn't require
A defense
...and where
Without effort
Peace lands like a small sparrow in a puddle
As natural as night
Finding the shore of the ocean
__________________________________
