It can take a lifetime…
  to learn how to write like yourself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

My silence is louder than my screams.

To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.

Burn down the memories
I need to sleep
Away from the reality
I want to dream
The fire will feed
I need to flee
Smoke is reaching for me
I have to get free
My memories are pictures
Scattered on the floor
Stuck in a room
No windows or doors
The heat is rising
It's burning my cheeks
Has it been days?
Or has it been weeks?
I give up the fight
I fall to the floor
Surrounded by my memories
I don't care anymore
Breeze on my face
Memories rise and bend
They turn into doves
And fly away on the wind

I hear your footsteps running
You are not far behind
I hear your footsteps further
We are running out of time

Did you hear me call your name
Did you feel the sorrow and all the pain
I hear your footsteps fading
Please don’t turn away

Your footsteps just a memory
I hear them in my dreams
Even though your footsteps have stopped
You will forever be running to me