Once: No Going Back

It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.

There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More

Reality of Now

we could spend our time talking
catching up on our day to day
going over little details
cover the minutiae

but that seems like such a waste
we have…right here
right now
no more than that
and who knows when you’ll be back

so let’s drop the illusion
that there’s any more time…
than…this

life offers no gu…Read More

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