intimacy in isolation

there is an

intimacy to

long days and

slow time and

company that carries over

from morning to

night.

healing in parts

whose fault is it when you cannot find safety in the arms of the home you’ve created? is it anyone’s fault at all?

will you heal in the same place you were hurt?

can you heal in the same place you were hurt?

should you heal in the same place you were hurt?

and what will become of the hurt if you do? of the place? of you?

and if not what is left?

what is left to break to heal to love to learn?

what is left but your softly whispering voice asking for safety but not knowing who from?

the way we hold our arms

if I cried today

would you hold me

like I was crying for

something you

understood, felt,

even

if you didn’t

understand my tears

at all?

all rooms have doors

you must remember

never to rush the

closing of one door for

fear of the closing of

another –

for with patience, every

door that is meant for

you will remain open,

or will open for you

again.

dreamclouds

you are the 

silver lining on the

clouds I watched in

daydreams – 

always sweet and

never mine and

all I ever did was

watch you leave

October

I feel like

nothing more

than an

open wound

mirror fragments

I have always

been like

broken glass

to you,

making you see

the parts you didn’t

want to

the optimism of breakage

I have fallen into

pieces,

over and

over again,

and am I too

hopeful to see

hope

in that?

half a heartbeat

I looked away for a

moment and when I

looked again

you were

gone

september in 5 lines

time may heal but it

also takes,

and this month, it

has erased

you