I Hope My Voice Doesn't Skip

Am Sorry for Your Loss”
When someone we love dies,
we say we lost them.
Perhaps this is our mind’s way
of convincing our hearts
we will one day find them again.

Each blink is heavy,
yearning to just sleep
some time away.

But I am not like you;
I am not a destroyer.
I toy with the truths

The Denouement
I am
sick and tired
of swallowing the blood
from biting my own tongue
just so you do not have to
swallow your pride.

How resilient I am to keep shining anyway.

This is for all of us.

We are all recovering from something.

together.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
Palms and lifelines kissing.
Swaying to words we cannot say
but feel nonetheless.
Absent
We aren’t here forever.
Sometimes, the conclusion
will come suddenly
and arrive much too close
to the beginning.
We will feel robbed.
We will be mad at time.
Yet, no matter how fleeting,
I pray we can say,
It wasn’t a long while,
but it was worthwhile.
It wasn’t a long life,
but it was a wonderful life.

“I Am

re flowers.
Who am I to tell him
not all pretty things
are worthy of saving,
just as not all things

I have started over many times, but repetition does not make anything easier. The pain is in the details, in the shadows and crosshatching of our smiles and frowns.

If you were anything more than
just plain old hurt,
you would still live in my memory,
still find yourself nestled comfortably
in even the smallest nook of my heart.
You were pain,
and I don’t hold on to pain anymore.
I let go.

I know this because
once the pain faded,
you faded.
Entirely. Gone. Poof.

Everything that they’ve touched with their hands, heart, or eyes is given away or pushed to the back of your mind and closet, or moved into the attic. Not on purpose. Not because you want to forget they existed here with you, but because you kept existing and you accept that though you cannot recall what their voice sounded like, you will never forget how they made you feel.

t wasn’t a long while,
but it was worthwhile.
It wasn’t a long life,
but it was a wonderful life.

Who am I to tell him
not all pretty things
are worthy of saving,
just as not all things
worth saving are pretty.

hen I want you turns into I need you.
When I shouldn’t turns into I can’t help myself.

You were not my person.
You were my lesson.