For the one who loved,
out he walked,
Couldn’t stay for less,
knew there wasn’t more.

Heart that ached,
And grieved the loss,
Bore scars that never fade,
covered in icy frost.


Years later when paths met,
he knew t’was all too late,
“Do I steal a smile?”
“Or share a word?”
“Shall I stay for good?”
“Or walk instead?”

A thousand questions barged his peace,
Reminding him of an ache that shall never cease,
Suffer, shall not, his wounded heart,
He walked away to a path apart.

The light in your eyes
And the rain from your tears
Mix together to create
The most beautiful colors.

a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow

pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills

snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love

it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning

thoughts of us
unfinished

a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye

Although moments are fleeting,
so are worries,
Even summer’s goodbye,
Is a mosaic of pigments
That one can not help but stare
In absolute admiration

Good things end,
and better things begin.

october, my love, your comfort and
courage--your absolute devastation--
my soul lives forever in you--
all the years, the tears, the natural
ebb and flow of hope and heartache--
the bittersweet autumnal hymn of death
of warmth in the sun and cold everywhere else--
infinite dreams, romantic projections of the
necessities of a human heart--
incongruency of aesthetics so beautiful
they have to be true-- dancing through
recalcitrant golden sunbeams
of somewhere, somehow--