The Kiss (a poem)

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Only moments known to them. Precious and fleeting. Moments here. Moments there. Two sets of eyes fixed. Signaling their unspoken truths. Warm smiles, issuing weathered conversation. Close and never touching. Weeks, months worth of such moments. Was all they had. Enough to see them through. Until the next moment. An…

In Light (a poem)

Everything worth knowing once held in those light-obscured rooms Rooms emptied, now saturated by the sun Truth amidst the dancing motes in the weaning afternoon light Anything worth knowing remained Evidence not much had changed by the absence of the things And yet in light, there is warmth hope breath not yet had Realized byContinue reading “In Light (a poem)”