The inept waves of loneliness felt
are but a sign we are human;

Weaving shattered pieces of misery together
in hopes of being perceived
as complete again;

Apprehension clouding the mortal ideas
we call emotions.

Alone in shadows,
no friends in sight.
The world feels distant,
cold and unkind.
No laughter shared,
no voices near,
Just quiet echoes
I barely hear.
Faces pass,
but none look back,
I’m lost in shades of
endless black.
No hands to hold,
no joy to share,
Just empty spaces,
cold as air.

I am in plain sight:
A parrot on a pink tree,
But no one is around.

I am in plain sight:
A fish on the beach,
Having fun with the sand.

I am in plain sight:
A leaf growing on an old bench
Feeling the steady wind moving my hand.

I am in plain sight:
A memory.
A song.
A lullaby.

I am in plain sight - hiding,
Waiting to be found.

I remember it all, actually.
More than I'd like to have.
I remember waking up to
The scent of breakfast
I’d soon find was made for one.

I remember walking down
The stairs to lock eyes with you
As you were opening the door.
I remember the feeling
Of dread that crushed me
Under its weight as
I understood your gaze.
I don’t remember being sick.

Even though you were gone,
I remember the dark shade of
Canary that reflected from
The plate in front of me and
Tinted our home.
I don’t remember the lights being broken.

I remember hearing your voice
Call me from our room.
I remember the sharp ringing that
Endlessly reflected off the
Carpet walls of our home
Despite the silence.
I don’t remember picking up the fork.

I remember when
My senses returned to me.
When I was cured.
When the lights were fixed.
When I put the fork down.
I remember the
World refusing to warp any longer.
I remember the scent of
A breakfast made for one.
Your final gesture of kindness.
I don’t remember deserving it.

I remember sitting.
I remember eating.
I remember the
Overwhelming taste of guilt,
The taste of wetness,
The taste of salt.
I remember the taste of
French toast.
Though,
I don’t remember crying.

Life is no longer how it was before.

Since I know, I can never be free.

This loneliness I used to adore.

Without her, the light I'll never see.



All the stars are owned by you.

I lament not giving you the moon.

Wish I told you a thing or two.

seems we're not talking any soon.

I hope with everything within me;  
on the moon and shooting stars  
old stone wells and white horse waves  
that I am not forgotten  

I still come to the shore and  
wade into the waters,
feel the  current pull against my legs  
threatening to drag me out  
and abandon me in its expanse.  
I steel myself to the waves,  
to the unrelenting deep between us,  
and sing songs across the sea.
some for you
and some for me
and some, for us both,  
and I pray I am not forgotten  

there is a fear, a quiet anguish that  
looms in me like a shadow;  
that the sea has swallowed my voice,  
shipwrecked my song below the waves  
and I am made a stranger.  
an insignificant dot over your horizon.
like so many things
whose time has come
and gone.  

So I hope.
that life has not judged me too fairly,  
that somewhere I am happy,
hidden away inside you  
on a shore that I will never see
and I pray I am not forgotten

sometimes, it feels so strange. these waves of emotions,
they rearrange. droplets from my eyes fall and drown
everyone, big or small. so i close my eyes and take flight
into my room, away from sight, and let myself be swept
away in the corners where shadows play.

but sometimes, i leave a crack, a tiny gap for a little slack;
hoping someone hears the taps, and follows the sound of
my gentle raps. they'd bring a boat to where i stay; no need
to lift me from the fray. just let me hold on, and stay afloat.
above the waves, i'll gloat.

so if you hear the tippy taps, can you come with a boat,
perhaps?

Locked in my room
Letting the days go by without any care in the world
For I've lost everything I felt was important
Drifting into an abyss
There was only one more thing left to lose

I've wrote the notes over and over again
Hoping somehow I'd find the right words to express how I felt
But on paper, the words would disappear as soon as I wrote them
With a heavy heart, my tears washed the ink away until I could no longer hold the pen

I threw away the stacks of paper
And went on a walk to find my final resting place
On the edge of a building I sit and restless
With nothing but the photos in my phone to keep me company
The last image I'll carve into memory is that of the door you've left through without saying goodbye
I'm ready to see what lies beyond the door

For these weary eyes to see you again