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Today, tonight, I thought of you, and I realized that I have spent more years missing you than I ever had with you. The thought is almost painful. So much of my life has happened without you here. All of my adult life. And there are still nights when I would give anything for a…
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A month has passed since you went onInto that good, dark night.And still I wake expecting youBeside me in the light. I dream you’re sleeping next to me,Your breathing soft and slow.My hand reaches across the sheetsBefore my mind can know. And for a moment, you’re still here.The world is as before.Then morning puts its…
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I asked for just one winter more, One Christmas by my side. One final walk through mountain snow, Before our last goodbye. I begged whatever God might hear For a little more time with you. But summer took my doggie away Before the cold winds blew And it fucking hurts. It hurts…
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I feel the rush of anxiety,Adrenaline floods to my head.It sweeps me off my feet,And tosses me onto cloud 10.My head swoons into a merry-go-round spin,A fast-forward of memories that areUnreliable, unerasable, and irreplaceable.I lose grip.Upside down, I watch the sun rise behind our mountain’s climb,Then: Nothing.And I lay motionlessWith weak knees and weak ankles,Swept…
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My love, I write what I can’t say,With hands that ache for you,For fate has placed you far away,Yet love still makes it through. I’d give the years I have to spend,The breath inside my chest,To be your home, your road, your end,The place your heart could rest. But some lives draw a crueler line,Where…
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I do not fear the coming dark,Nor silence at the end.I’ve walked beside death long enoughTo almost call it friend. I do not fear forgotten names,Or weathered stone and rain.I’d rather vanish with the windThan live through someone’s pain. For I have broken hearts before,And left some dreams undone.There are apologies I oweThat time has…
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Your coat still shines like mountain snow,Though silver marks the years.A wolf’s dark mask still frames your face,I’ve loved beyond my fears. Your ears still rise to greet my voice,Your tail still sweeps the air.Though age has slowed your faithful stride,You always meet me there. You’ve walked beside me through the stormsThat no one else…
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Pride can build a masterpiece, or it can become the very thing that destroys the hands that created it. This poem explores the line between healthy pride in one’s work and the parasite that feeds on ego, taking everything until nothing remains but itself.
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When moonlight spills across the floor,And night comes soft and deep,I stand beside your little bedsAnd listen while you sleep. The world grows still, the stars lean low,The dark begins to sing,And in the hush of every breathI find my everything. I wonder where your dreaming goes,What skies your hearts may see,What castles rise, what…
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