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I tried to love him in the quiet way that doesn’t ask for thanks or explanations.   but he built walls out of silence and shut the door...

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.  ...

I lived in my mind for so long I forgot my heart had a voice.   I planned controlled kept things tidy neat safe— until you.   you walked...

of all the people I could’ve loved I chose you— the storm with soft eyes the fire with trembling hands   I held you when your world was...

I wish you’d told me before you disappeared into white walls and pills that steal the colour from your voice.   you call it healing— but...

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...

of all the things I thought might fade your voice was never one of them   we talked like stars who believed the night would never end—...