The Things I Ruined

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 →

Eons Adrift

I watched you fade like the last light of a star,a dimming hope I couldn’t dare to name;I reached for you, not from afar,but from a breath away . . . and still, I let you wane.We stood at the edge of a second dawn,where love returned like a tide not yet too late,but I,... Continue Reading →

feels like home

for years and years, i have met muses who sparked the flame of my slumbering poet. they made me paint through my words, dance through my prose, and sing through my poems. i have offered odes to lovers i have lost, i have sung elegies for funerals i have thrown for the pieces of my... Continue Reading →

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