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I still set the table for two and blame the wind for shutting doors.   I scream at the stars for burning so brightly when you are not...

I kept calling even when the news said what I feared.   I kept calling when the sky went quiet and your phone stayed silent.   I kept...

you’ve seen the darkest corners of this world and somehow you’re still here.   you’ve worn grief like a second skin— tight, aching, never...

I lost him and the world didn’t flinch. cars kept moving. clocks kept ticking. the sun kept rising— too bright, too soon.   for a while...

he smiled and I believed him.   he laughed and I thought he was okay.   he said “I’m fine” and I didn’t ask again.   now I lie awake...

somewhere between then and now I lost the sound of your voice and the shape of your laugh— and god, I think I’m losing your face too.  ...

sometimes I feel like Persephone— made for the sunlight, but haunted by the shadows of those I’ve lost.   I laugh with the living, warm...