Presence

The sound of the leaves Outside the window. The empty, closed, Quiet room. The echoing, unanswered yelling, Towards the end of the house. The unnoticed absence At the dinner table. The unheard voice Of the forgotten. Are your presence. Art credits: Avogado 6.

One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …

Douleurs

(d’esprit) She laughed, and I noticed for the first time that her right front tooth was slightly chapped at the middle. It was too small that you had to look hard to see it, and maybe that was why I was just noticing it even after all the staring I’ve been doing on her face. …

Mirai

Mirai, when you come,What gift do you plan to get me?Do I matter? Am I too tinyfor you to seeWhen I’m tired?When I’m drenched in sweatAnd tears?When I’m dirtied with the bloodfrom the wounds ofCold and fear? Will you love me backIf I gave up all these thingsJust for you?If I gave up love?And stopped …

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