I heard you moved away
to somewhere warmer
where memories won’t
scar a wounded heart
I heard you’re writing
more often in a
positive light
I heard you found
faith in the solitude
of the desert
I heard you are still
drinking our favourite
red wine
I heard your father
took his own life
I’m sorry for hurting you
I was stained with the
selfishness of youth …
Clay.M

10-23-24   5:27pm

forgiveness does not grow on trees
it grows as a tree
and takes its time

it might take an eternity
or feel like one, at that
but once the seed is planted
it will grow
and sprout
just give it time


leaves will emerge
branches will take a much-needed stretch
and your heart will heal

perilous forests
lay bare: sheer, dark, and sincere;
so many secrets.

I like the ordinary the banal
the trivial and the naive
I frown upon the serious-
philosophy often causes me grief!

It matters not
whether it's old or new:
it will stand the test
of time, if it's true

I felt like nothing was changing
Day after day
Of school
Sadness
Anxiety

Then I look up at the clouds
I looked at them for a while
And I saw that they were moving

Please
Take me with you
At least for a ride..