There is something that outlives the body. There is something that knows your voice before your name. There is something that forgives the wound before the apology. There is something that holds the silence when the room empties. There is something that buries its dead and sets the table anyway.…
There is an endless understanding of love that comes over me when we are together. The noise stops. Not fades, stops. Like a hand pressed over a wound. Everything slows. And I realize I am not lost. I am only somewhere I have never been with someone who knows the…
I don't know you. But I saw you on the platform. Shoulders curled like you were protecting something already gone. I don't know what happened. I wasn't there. But your grief found me anyway. Slipped under my ribs. Made a home it didn'…
Floating through the air, I can feel your presence. Not always, not everywhere. In times of warmth and reflection, I look back and see your eyes, and recognize you are there. Watching. Listening. Waiting. Your time was cut short with us. I watched your mast slowly disappear beneath the water.…
Always. Forever. Your smile was the first evil teeth behind every handshake, warmth that calculated. You tried to bury us with paper and whispers, schemes dressed as neighborly concern. We didn't flinch. We just held up the glass. Now my smile meets yours. Not warmth recognition. I enjoy…
You smiled your way in. Felt seen. Felt chosen. Felt like you belonged here. But we were watching. The lie has a half-life. And yours just expired. Now your face remembers what it was always hiding that frown you were born with. Wear it. We're smiling now. Smile.…
Anger waits. Around a corner in my mind it rests. Not hate. Hate requires history we never had. We weren't enemies. We weren't friends. Anger waits.…
Death comes for everyone This is not threat This is certainty Fear lives in the pretending In the looking away Look at it Let it see you back Now you are free Not from death From the flinch -- For everyone it waits Not with malice With certainty It does…
Every room I enter, I am looking. Not scanning. Not browsing. Looking. The way the faithful look for signs. Years of faces. Years of almost. Years of wrong mouth, wrong laugh,wrong silence. Then you. Not lightning. Not revelation. Just recognition, like remembering a word I didn't know…
I walk through the market of belonging. Stalls selling flags I've never wanted. The eyes find me. Not with hate. Just the quiet confusion of a door that was never installed. I am not rebellion. Rebellion still kneels to what it fights. I am the man who never…