Time is slipping from
my hands, such that...

We carve curved lines in the sand with
dead twigs of a sycamore...

Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet...

It was a decade ago at the bay of youth.
We ventured to salty waters on stony shores...

I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...

Grief, an unwelcome guest,
arrives unannounced, heavy-footed...

We came into being as two cataclysms of
four imperfect beings...

I was smiling at the red sun over the blue sea.
I was watching the waves, rolling linens...

I listen to a song about mothers and daughters
Hey mama, is this song about you...

I feel him at the edges of an unturned page
He’s there waiting, waiting for me, waiting in a...