Come to the altar, and be rejected, as a liar's facade never remains solid. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But if you get too close, beware, they are dancing with the devil in a ballroom of their own making. Die a liar. Be remembered as one.…
We build temples out of paychecks. Altars of leather seats and square footage. We hang diplomas like saints on the wall and call it arrival. The hungry years. The proving. The more, the almost, the finally. We gnaw the hours down to bone for things that will forget our names…
Years in every circle. Wherever trust gathers, he found a seat. He learned the handshake. Memorized the hymn. Spoke the language of belonging without ever belonging. But the body knows what the mind excuses. One by one, the doors stopped opening. The invitations thinned. The seats beside him emptied without…
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.…