Like a moment
Thought forgotten
Falls a picture
From the pages
Of a book
Where it keeps
As sacred
To the floor
This tear
Of memory
Exposed as tragic
Lays revealed
Again
As the consequence
Of delusion.

Of a bird
In the sky
On a breeze
Floats a dream
In silhouette
Of a memory
On a sunset
That remains
By a moment
And a breath
Just that much
Out of reach.

My coffee
Sits untouched
Grown cold
In my
Lost thoughts
Of you
A labyrinth
Of love and worry
I thought time
Had long
Stripped the flesh
And bleached
The bones
Of these feelings
Yet here I am
In daydreams
With you
And my cold coffee.
Again.

Grief rolls
In sometimes
Waves
Crashing
Onto the shore
Of memory
Unrelenting
In its anguish
But, many times
Its laps gently
Up against
Smiling reminders
Of its receipt
This tax of love
We all must pay
Is sometimes
Worth the cost
To watch a day
Turn into night
And wait
The darkness
Before the waves
For dawn
To come again.

Listless on the breeze
Beneath birds’ wing
Love flutters
More like a butterfly
Casual in its aimlessness
It wanders into the branches
Of a sycamore tree
Perched right
Outside the window

Well within a glance
It idles, wings breathing
In the sunlight

Waiting
On the other side
Of in between
The glass

Just outside this room.

She is stunning
In her black
And white
Never knowing
I notice
The caramel
Of her eyes
But I do
Melting in their
Mystery
In her distant
Beauty
I ache
At unfulfilled
Desires
But I pain
At secrets
She will never know
I keep for her
In silence
I remain a disciple
To a dream.

…and like a lazy
Falling snow
The grief descends
Softly into
Melancholy
Laying quiet,
Gently, and cold
This blanket
Covers summer’s
Dreams turned
Brittle and fallen
As is the inevitable
When the seasons
Change
When life rescinds
It’s cheerful colours
May I might
Just linger
In this crisp
Reminder
Just a while longer
Spring will come
But this process
Needs your
Winter mourning.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to reach out and offer their condolences and/or check on me over the past week. I appreciate you beyond what I am able to express. This community of wonderful people is truly special and I am lucky to be a small part of it. 🫶

I lost my whole world today. My little baby Bella was all of my heart. I’m empty without her. I love you sooo much my little girl. Rest well. ♥️

When will every
Other memory
Of you
Stop feeling
Like held
Breath?
When is it time
To exhale
The hope
And let go?

Happy New Year Coso. Thank you for all the love and support. All the best to all of you in 2024.

As I pull
My collar up
To face the cold
The smell of snow
Hangs crisply
In the air
I bundle dreams
Of you close
To keep me warm
Against the storm
After all,
If winter will be cold
She may as well
Be beautiful
So cover our bones
In frozen blankets
And let these thoughts
Of you freeze
And stay with me
Just a little
While longer.

With every
Brush stroke
She painted
My fascination
In black and white
Somehow brighter
She added red
So I bled for her
In the silence
Of a metaphysical
Poet
But then I saw
Her caramel eyes
And the poetry
Became prose
And the prose
Became poetry
And I found
Myself upside down
And drowning
In the impossibility
Of her.

Take my hand
And let
The midnight
Whisper us
Into each
Other’s arms
Let it wear
Our tears
As scars
And shine
Them proudly
As we watch
Them grow
Into the dawn
Together
Something
Beautiful
Will come
From our
Tragic inspiration.

She’s celestial
With majestic
Starlight eyes
Coruscating
My reflection
Floating in her
Orbit

She is gravity
I am falling
Into her
Disappearing
In the black
Between
Each light

I am on
The ground
For her
Looking up
Into her heaven’s
Like a goddess
She is worshipped.

I am broken
I am stitched
Together
Every purple
Scar pulling
Tightly
At my skin
And I know
Every one
Of them well
They are me
And I am
Proud
That all these
Wounds may
Have changed
My view
Of the world
But they have
Never changed
The softness
Of my heart.

Fragnar, non flectar.

These things
That are written
Are often
Beautiful
But what hypocrisy
To have been
Borne from
Something,
Someone,
So ugly.

Thoughts of her
Stock my heart
Under cover
Of the dark
Between the moon
And morning
Even my dreams
Whisper her name
Like fingertips
Tracing a jawline
Gently to a strangle
She chokes
My very will
To breathe
Without her.

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