The Day of Unbearable Truths

25th wakes up
with the taste of lies
still warm on its tongue.

Not grand lies,
not operatic betrayals,
but the small,
intimate ones,
the ones spoken softly,
the ones wrapped in promises,
the ones that sound like hope
until they don’t.

This is the day
when the month feels
an unbearable pain,
a b…Read More

Holding Hands

When they began
They held hands
They smiled
They illuminated the sky

Chairs were held
Giggles slipped freely
And the thought of
What base is a good one for this date

Time goes by
Rings were bought
Vows were said
In laws glare rivaling Spoke on star trek at Dr. McCoy

Every step in life taken
It was with a…Read More