I don't want our love to go,
I don't want you to go,
So don't

One day, you will return

to the moment you left yourself behind.

To touch the outline of your absence

like a photograph you forgot to frame.

You’ll gather the scattered Saturdays,
the drawings no one kept,
the questions you were too afraid to ask,
the stories no one stayed long enough to hear.

And you’ll remember the slammed doors,

the silence between two people who once made you,

the friend who stopped texting back,

the laughter that vanished from the room.

You’ll walk through those rooms again,

dust in the corners,
and sit beside the stranger,
your hand on his own shoulder.

Only this time,
you won’t hush his laugh.

You won’t close the door.

It will be as natural as breath,

as quiet as light through the curtains

of a house no longer haunted.
This time, you’ll tell him you’re here now.

Every door will open.

And the only thing heard through the hallways

will be the laughter of a child

and the stars in the night sky,

laughing along.

This time, you’ll stay.

Some days feel heavy,
Like clouds that won’t pass.
They say I’m just a kid—
But feelings don’t check age or class.

Even young hearts wear chains,
Even bright minds feel pain.
Even gems can be cut—
But they still shine again.

So who are we?
What am I?
Maybe someone still learning
To reach for the sky.
I’m scared, it’s true—
But I’ll get through.

I'm running out of time
run run running out of time
time to share my story
my words
let them flow onto the page
run run running out of time
more words more words
I need more
I need to explain my pain
and healing
I'm running out of time
more words
more lines
more sentences
more paragraphs
I'm running out of time
time to share my story
run run running out of time

doors to understanding swung wide
freedoms words unfold
new depth of mystery

a poet, priest, Blacksmith
forging in the furnace
gates to eternity.