Tonight, the stars remember your name.They blink like guilty witnessesto a love that once carved its constellationacross our skin. I stand beneath their trembling light,thinking how the moon still tracesthe same slow arc it didthe night you said you were leaving—and how I’d still cross that silver tidejust to meet you halfway again. If the... Continue Reading →
We sit beside each otheras the sky folds itself into dusk,the sun slipping behind the edge of the sealike a secret too tired to keep. You laugh.I laugh.And it’s real—but it’s not the same. There was a timewhen your smile felt like discovery,like stumbling barefoot into warm sandafter a long, aching winter.Now it’s a familiar... Continue Reading →
tonight, i want to write my saddest lines,but i will quell the tides of this stormthat stirs the peace and quiet of my heart.this typhoon now has a name—a name i have seen many moons ago,but i purposely kept my blindfold on,not to be blinded, but to keepthe tears from falling like rain. tonight, i... Continue Reading →
A blindfold rests upon my eyes,its fabric soft, its silence kind;I beg to live in gentle lies,for peace is sweeter when I’m blind. Yet still my restless fingers twitch,they lift the veil, they make me see;and every truth reveals its stitch,unraveling my kept serenity. The knowledge cuts, though not always—sometimes it only leaves a bruise;but... Continue Reading →
He carried the weight of a love once lost,a heart still tender, counting the cost.The past returned, not for love’s embrace,but for a friend and a familiar face. The Magician called with a clever hand,yet left him empty, adrift on the sand.The Hermit whispered: “Keep your space,your light is found in a quieter place.” Yet... Continue Reading →
So let them dance while dawn is near, a fleeting joy, a truth sincere. For though the ending waits, austere, their hearts still beat, if just this year. A tender tale the cards foresaw: a love he might cherish, yet withdraw from awe.
He walks the quiet corridors of thought,a boy still haunted by a ghost of fire.The rooms are empty, yet filled with planshe once had laid like bricks of desire—a life with him, a home of laughter,a map of tomorrows traced by their hands. He lingers in doorways no one opens,listens for footsteps that will not... Continue Reading →
They said the bridge was burned to ash,yet lingered where the embers flashed;each found excuses, small and thin,to step once more where they had been. A glance became a borrowed flame,a brush of hands, a half-lost name;they dressed it up as passing chance,but left the room with weighted stance. The air between them bent and... Continue Reading →
They drift in the dark like twin-born stars,bound by a thread no distance mars;an orbit drawn in ancient fire,between the pull and the desire. One blazes bright, a restless sun,whose flares can scorch but also stun;the other, cool as silver light,a moon that waxes into night. Each turn they make, the space will bend—a comet’s... Continue Reading →
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
Everlost 