memory

a small ripple
a wave,
a tsunami.
the sound
of a promise
surrendering
to a memory

There

i ended up there,

close enough

to reach out

but not quite

always just out of reach

trying to understand what kept pulling at me

during the late hours

in the stillness

but that feeling of being so close

felt like pressing my hands

against a pane of glass

unable to break through

unable to really live

only able to see the

almost that was just beyond

i tested the waters

dipping my toes

but the lake was made of silence

that had turned a perfect blue

the calendar blurred
the
boundaries between the
days;
we are
navigating silently,
where we are.

I could
but the key to the lock
was a
forgotten language
its words lost
to time and silence.

shadows

of hands reaching

to face

of naked flesh

of hands to body

of being

and of becoming

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

the birds woke me up early.

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

how could i be upset with the birds?

the wind
passes through
the trees
bare branches
sway
then the house
starts to creak
we are
talking