Today I didn’t think of you less
Nor did I try hard enough to let it pass
Like a flower floating in an open field
I sway to and from letting the days sweep by
Maybe one day it will settle in the pits of my heart
Like the dew after a cold morning 
Or maybe it will wither and turn into something else
Something still 
Something beautiful
Something hopeful
Because as seasons change so do we
And if there is anything that will remain
It will be the memory of you


There are so many things I want to say
But I have no words
I wish I could console you
But anything I say will not be enough I
f there was a moment I could forget
It would be now
Because seeing you like this
Without a means to relieve you
Without the right to make it better
Without a promise I can keep
Will always be something to regret


When dawn broke,
I sat in my own thoughts and let all the memories simmer for a while
Memories of all kinds.
I saw friends’ smiles and nights with too much wine.
I passed through clouds and broke into the night sky.
I smelled aromatic flavors as I meandered through narrow streets.
I felt the cold and damp morning rain while running for the train.
I felt my breath give way as I conquered the last sprint.
I felt a tug and I fell into a warm embrace.

Then I let the year that was take over.
Mornings without having to say goodbye.
Homemade meals together.
Rediscovering what it means to live.
Despite the uncertainty, love anew.


There she was sitting at the cobblestone steps,

Familiar but foreign.

When was the last time she was here?

The creak of the door and approaching footsteps.

That smile. A smile that she hadn’t seen in so long.

After all these years,

It still had that warmth, that tenderness,

That silent beckoning whisper to come closer.

Welling up inside, pounding chest,

Into those arms that opened to her.

Some things really will always be.

She was home.

Social Media


Oh, so many of them

To know someone but not really know him or her

What is now, what is in, what is viral

To know what to click

To know what not to click

Don’t be fooled by a like

Brand invasion

Truth made more colorful

The ugly even more monstrous

What is privacy?

Who is genuine?

Is this real?

I don’t know.

No one.


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