Nativity of Loss
(I will always love you, my heart.)

I read a poem that evoked a tear
a single, trembling drop
that spun me backward,
into shadows of what was
and the ever-present numbness
of could-have-beens.

25 days to go…
The air tastes different now,
heavier with memory,
as the earth tilts toward the same cold light
year a…Read More