If you crochet all night,
Your hands will cramp with time.
Pray to whichever god you choose,
And kiss the child goodnight.

My love, you deserve some sleep,
Rest your weary soul awhile.
Close your eyes and let the world
Fade into peace, if only for a while.

- Iolite

I’m so selfish, I confess,
I miss your smile, though you're sad.
Even as the sorrow lingers,
I long for joy I once had.

I wish I could ease your pain,
But all I can do is miss,
The light in your eyes, the warmth in your laugh,
Even when you're lost in the abyss.

- Sun

The morning sun rises,
casting golden hues on empty shelves.
A quiet sigh escapes,
as the fridge door closes,
echoing the absence.

No milk today,
a simple truth,
yet it ripples through the day.
Coffee, dark and bitter,
cereal, dry and plain,
a reminder of what’s missing.

The cat meows,
eyes wide with expectation,
but the bowl remains empty,
a silent apology.

In the stillness,
memories of mornings past,
when the world felt full,
and the milk flowed freely,
creeping into the present.

No milk today,
but life goes on,
in the small moments,
the quiet resilience,
finding sweetness in the unexpected.

L.L.L.Linda, lively and bright,
Leaps through life with pure delight.
Laughing loudly, her spirit soars,
Lighting up rooms, opening doors.

Linda loves to dance and sing,
Her joy is a contagious thing.
With every step, she leaves a trace,
Of happiness and boundless grace.

Linda's heart is warm and kind,
A better friend, you'll never find.
Her laughter, like a melody,
Fills the air with harmony.

So here's to Linda, full of cheer,
A shining star, forever dear.
In every heart, her light will stay,
L.L.L.Linda, in every way.

I’ve met the night a hundred times—
She carries no remorse,
Her silver hand upon my chest
A silent, steady force.

Her breath is like a frozen hymn,
Too soft for earth to hear—
Yet chills my soul, and bends my will
Until it disappears.

I sought to end the endless ache
With shadows on the wall,
But shadows only shift and shrink,
And answer not my call.

There is no mercy in the stars,
No kindness in the frost—
Yet some persist to claim that light
Redeems what has been lost.

End me, then, O faithful dark—
Unbind this brittle form,
And leave me not to linger here
Through one more bitter storm.