Do you remember, The words I muttered, With all the bravery that a teenage boy, Afraid of speaking his mind, Could muster, In the field between our houses, With infinity spread out between the horizons, Pockmarked with stars, Staring down … Continue reading Love in the Time of Happiness
I wish you could remember me, As I’ve forgotten me, Into the fragmented but workable construct, I call my identity. If only I could contextualize, And re-frame all my mistakes, What a Saint I’d be. But time has plotted … Continue reading History forgotten; identity remembered
Can we steal away, A slice of time, Tailor made for two? Just the you/s and me/s, Narrowly defined, Without intercession: Free, in a sense, To be each other’s eyes. Continue reading Free to be
From time to time, If you take a moment and focus, Inward, (Eyes closed so as to see) Take inventory: Of handprints on the furniture, Your furniture. They’re carving out initials of ownership, With the carefree confidence of, The young … Continue reading As you were
On the horizon, I can see, The me of me/s, Yet to be, Burning bright, With angry promise: That tomorrow carries, A foreign and distant air, In which Truth is erased, And left unreplaced. Continue reading Tomorrow will be different
‘I remember that face you would make, Just as I subtly stumbled through the door, Into a room devoid of your light: Not disgust, per se. But close enough. In fact, It’s the only face of yours I can see, … Continue reading A clean, will-darkened place
When I saw you, I knew: I could only belong to you, In the way only a soul can, Through combination of a, Cosmically cruel, Twist of fate and a, Cosmically cruel, So-called ‘will’. We laughed and we ‘loved’, … Continue reading Indentured solitude
