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You didn’t slam the door.
You didn’t scream.
You just…
stopped arriving.

No final word,
no cracked goodbye.
Just space
where you used to be.

Grief didn’t knock—
it slipped in
through the silence
and made itself at home.

I still set the table for two,
in my mind.
Still expect your voice
in rooms
you never returned to.

How do you mourn
someone
who never said they were leaving?
I keep replaying the last moment
we shared
like it was meant to mean something.
But maybe it was just…
a Tuesday.

You left like smoke—
no shape,
no sound,
just scent on my clothes
and a burn I can't place.
When your phone falls down
The screen is already cracked
There is no hurry
Your haunting, haunting visage
akin to smoke
a remnant
mourning for light- any form of respite.
Spiralling and writhing languorously
to the sun.

In my mind's bleary eye
The dust in the air is
kicked up by your
Departing steps
which
leaves behind this scattered bouquet of
my broken heart?
Someone help give this a name?
Grief and glee are so close yet so far.
I glanced,
It saw,
I ran.
The sparkle was stolen,
maybe never to be found
 Jul 9 The Romantic
Feyre
i am a museum of my own creation.
the parts of myself exhibited to the public
are moulded, polished, photographed,
whilst the rest of me lays
dusty and forgotten.

how can anyone ever truly know me
when i am only
a moment, a picture, a fleeting idea
encapsulated as a whole?

but none of it is real.
and if it's all falsehood,
then what am I?
in a world surrounded by people, you are entirely alone.
Sewing Box

By Morning Star (May 2021 – Refined for Flow and Voice)

I see it over there.
I see it in the sitting room
while I’m sat on the stair.

A place I often found myself—
Sitting in the window shelf,
Early hours,
hearing you scream.
Crashing tone.
Angry sounds.
Banging doors.

Little one—
I hide alone.

Hope a little deer
doesn’t lose her little smile.
Hoping that the hare is out,
and gently bounces home.
Hoping that the moon still shone,
and owls still listen near.

Staring up
into the moon—
Wish you to return.

WHAT IF SHE’S GONE?

A promise often said
Made a child tremble.
Fear—
of being left
for others’ prey.

When she is gone,
the shadows come.

WHAT WAS THAT?
SHE LEFT THE SEWING BOX BEHIND.
As they may need it...

To slowly stitch up
slices of flesh—
or simply
tie a knot.

So,
let’s stitch up our empty hearts.

Say no more—
I’m through.
Torn, another night
we are
apart.

From what was made
then broke—
when a new life
she tore.

Children.
And we are older—
don’t need another now.

Let’s stitch up the empty heart
that can never heal.

There will always be
an empty space.
That cannot be filled.
Nor be replaced
by any other.
Cannot be bridged
or covered.

And will never heal.

She is gone.
My lovely mother.
Who I couldn’t bear
to be parted from.

She is gone.

Why not leave
my mother?
As we may need her.

Why not leave
my mother?
No—
I chose.
You made me choose.
You asked me,
and I said yes.
Go—I’m fine.

But I meant
don’t go.
I’m alone here.
Don’t leave.
Please—God—
don’t leave the sewing box
lying in the hall.

I’ll have to take the scissors out
and leave a scar
for sure.

Stitches
do not heal
scars
you are afraid to show.

Stitches only make you
see.

All.

Soon—
I’ll have to go.
Now leave.

Or I am to go.
But I may leave
no box.
Nor in a box
shall leave.

Alone.

For now,
she’s gone—
and
I am lost.


"come !" i called over my shoulder,
voice higher than the late summer sun
in chime with the song birds and wind gusts
the sweet air settling on my tongue

we echo your joyous laugh like a child's
one by one, our rapid heartbeats out of beat with the gallop of heavy hooves
singing and running through the lush gardens
tips of my fingers brushing thick trees and long grass

water runs, rushes, cascades down the side of a cave
spreading into a pool of crystal clear that glimmers
we strip off our stresses, and i'm first
skipping off like skipping rocks into the bone chilling pond

oh, he's just gorgeous
absolutely angelic, thatches of soft hair on his body like a true man's
slender and lean, hair perfect for running my hands through
beautiful from the top of his head, to the tips of his toes, beautiful.

i wait, i'll always wait for you
even if it's only for this, for you to shed articles of clothing
expose yourself, dive into the water as if they were my open arms
even though it's cold, i'm not always perfect

he's funny. he laughs. he makes me smile
splashes and sprays move onto bigger things
playfully wrestling, covered in the cold water that descended into them
going under the surface, pulled out feeling baptized

is this love ? i don't think i have to ask
in the arms of a man who gave me everything and more than i asked for
i'm truly happy, i feel as if nothing else matters
they treat me best, as if i was nothing but theirs, one who needs tender care

it's impossible, utterly impossible to believe i'm anything undeserving of
because none of this was their fault
even though i can't come to terms with that
i can't just.. make it better. but he does. they do.

they always do
pepper kisses on my eyes, the tip of my nose and pink lips
never had daddy loved me like they do
not recently, at least.

as we're frolicking like foals
i know heaven is a real place
i think i can believe that now
finding solace and sanctuary in their embrace better than a home

he steps out, heavy breathing
i can't help but watch, but i don't wanna stay
lose the warmth of your body left in the cold of the water
i chase, i run back after you like a horse

we become one in touch with the soft earth, soil warm
sink into the touch, hear your sighs and they settle my restless soul
i love the feel of his skin as he gazes into my eyes
your paternal hands in my hair send shockwaves like lightning

i was almost distracted, seriously
but don't think i forgot about you, not once
i want you closer but i'll give you your space
knowing you're mine is enough in moments like these.

flushed pink, skin sweet, pressing soft kisses without any bite from my teeth
everything's like it always used to be
but it's better now, i don't know what i'd do without you
don't ever leave me, you're all i've ever wanted.

we used to hide away from everyone else
because no one cared for me like he did, not genuinely.
sharing soft touches and kisses in this almost sacred space which existed for us
perfect, really. even better that you're here with me.

i yearn for you
i want to give you my life
because you give me what i love
almost without question, without unease

"what about you, mon chéri ?"
oh, it's just... perfect. everything i could ask for
it's my favorite, and it's even better with you
but i need you closer. i need to feel your love.

oh, it's the happiest day of my life
i'm brimming with adoration, i want to tell them how i feel
feeling his fingers brush my hair
i know i love it because i love you

my darlings, strong like two broad stallions
with big hearts, they strive to protect me like a harem
filled with them, only them, i feel it under my skin
it's nothing i think i could ever live without

it really does feel nice to be loved.
it lasted longer than a split second and they made sure of it
i wanna express it to you in the form i love it most
but we're being called back, pulled out of the sunshine.


little ponyboy//sugamins

this piece was well deserved. i think this has to be my favorite scene in the piece, truly.
The Piano Bar

It’s every so often, more often than not.
I go out.
I used to sit home quite a bit, read, clean bits of this and that.
I’m used to being alone…more or less…I just now
Talk on the phone.
There’s magic in me…but there is in everyone else.
My hearing is lousy, but I can see all the tricks.
Years ago, I was soft and sweet.  
Like a fresh towel just out from a warm dryer’s heat.


“It’s never too late.”
That’s a lie.  
40 is not the new twenty
Menopause will not wait
Our bodies will die
And our hearts will stop,
But until that last beat
Hope survives.
I know how the story ends,
But, I am a sucker for a good cry.
So buckle up and let’s take a ride.
Is it a credit to me
That I’m not as bad as I should be?
I had it hard and didn’t crumble
Whoopie
I’d rather have had it easy
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