a poem

The walls have ears.

But the silence within your house gives them nothing. No stories to pass onto dwellers on the other side.

To Be Read In The Dark, Where You Hide Your Insecurities

you matter,  more than you know…

    the impressions of your spirit on the world around you,

the tangible essence your absence brings,

The Love Story We Never Told

His silence brought an end to everything.

It’s loud in my ears and I can’t think past the thought ,

“i shouldn’t have done this…. ”

but it’s too late.

The words have left my mouth, filling the air around us, seeming to echo on, malice evident.

He is clearly uncomfortable now, but feels the need to speak, wary eyes on me.

But I understand, i had done the damage, i had taken the first step…