After All This Time

Every time I try to write a letter I can find a million ways to better The words I place right on the page Paper and ink, a written stage On which I placate my unrevealed self As if this book was a display shelf Bound, wrapped, unexposed, but true The mysteries held in me, … Continue reading After All This Time

Him

"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him