Everyone gets the thing they want,
But I took a different boat.

I tried to get to the final destination,
But the past sent me an invitation.

“Everything is going to be okay,”
I said, to make my anxiety go away.

I loved you so much,
And that makes me sad.

Not for the moments we shared,
But for the final destination we did not share.

After lengthy days of torment and grief
Braving the cold, remained the last leaf
Feeling the slightest breeze
She slowly danced with grace and ease
Like a ballerina driven by the sound of her heartbeat
She made her final dance
And with her gorgeous golden autumn wings
She’s now ready for winter’s frigid embrace

the cold air
can be seen
every time
we take a breath

my tears sting
as they race
down my cheeks
to soak into my scarf

my hand has
gone numb
and no longer had
yours to hold

Christmas music plays
jingling merrily
as my heart
shatters to the beat.

the words
dancing off your lips
hanging in the air
as if they were mistletoe

”i’m sorry”
i watch as you turn your back
and walk away
for the last time.

We could’ve
we would’ve
we should’ve
— but we didn’t

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)