Of mantras and eternal love

I keep your letter; four pages of lengthy stream. Because anything worth saying is worth repeating. You said. I love you. I love you? I love you! Like a mantra, repeated over and over until it wills you into a trance. Like a bond; a fragile note reminiscent of...

Ode to impermanence

Sway to the bittersweet ballad of beautiful things coming to an end. The melancholy of joy intermixed with sorrow Parting from a presence that will never leave you Saying goodbye to yourself Move to the beat of impermanence, tears of joy in a static embrace. The...

Hindsight 20/20

  Had I known it would sting so much I wouldn’t have ripped you off my heart. You are the never-healing sore that burns anew with every scratch. I would have taken you every place I went, had I known you would come anyway. You’ve traveled continents...

Damaged goods – a poem

  Where are you, damaged goods? Is it nice out there? Life support cut you short. You were not so rare. Torment ceased. Now deceased… Do you get to watch? Was it worth, death and birth? Are you now a catch? Pain is a magnet for those who ache; but arid is...

Transit of Venus Poem: Venus second dance

  Silent bliss, of being next to. I want nothing more. Times like this, under the sun gazing at the sky on a fallen log. Rainbows of chalk grace the pavement with hues of orange, and shirts; with shades of blue, and flip-flops. “I like you”, you said...

Te soñé

Como si fuera ayer y nada hubiese pasado entre nosotros Como si la distancia fuera un fantasma de una pesadilla que nunca tuvimos Me sonreías con esos labios que tantas veces besé y de tus ojos emanaba paz y comprensión Me sentí en el cielo como solía después de hacer...

At the end of the rainbow

Love never stopped, but attachment did. I often dream of you; but my dreams won’t humor me. We are miles apart, in distance and in mind. We met at a fork and you followed your path. I carried your ghost with a stain in my heart. My path is of peace and hope that...

The old man with the pipe

I bought an outfit for an event I’m not going to attend I keep waiting for someone who never said “I’ll come back” Keep peeling so someone else can suck Keep sharpening and never sharp I keep wanting, but I’m not able to And I’m not...

The haunting – a poem

Mourn the realization of loss as you dwell in the limbo of what could have been dreams of togetherness we could have had blurs of connection on another plane Standing by subconscious to observe the marks of regret in your eyes the pleads for understanding in your...