#viewer
I see them, holding hands, embracing, laughing together
His hand on her thigh, pulling her closer, her hand on his shoulder, leaning in
I see them as she pets a dog and he watches her with adoration in his eyes,
I see them sitting on a park bench as he talks and she looks like she is listening to her favorite song
I see them
Yet i stand unmoved, untouched, unrecognized
Unseen
on one side… • …the other side
I sit here, and read
Poetry I have written from deep within my soul,
I realize they all share one thing — love.
So I stop and ask myself why I am so enthralled with it,
and I come to an answer: it is simply my existence.
To see it, to hear it, to feel it, to speak of it,
without it, I have no need, no purpose.
So if I must, I will be its greatest witness and fiercest warrior,
even if it does not choose me,
I will choose it every time.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
curated
left myself hanging on the gallery of promises.
eyes and arms outstretched,
ache and need
follow you around the room.
do a double take,
take my few remaining moments
while you ponder
if you could have done something similar, leaving loss under floodlights
to tell a feeling, to rot under public protection.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 8:28 AM UTC