Day 5
I didn’t reach for you today
even when your name
rested quietly
on my lips
even when the silence
felt louder
than it should
I
Day 4
You hold pieces of me now—
not because you reached for them,
not because you asked—
but because I never learned
how to love in
If It Isn’t Love..
they say
love doesn’t beg
doesn’t split itself in half
and call it enough
doesn’t bleed quietly
while someone else
wipes their hands clean
love
Day 3
Today feels heavier.
Not because anything changed,
but because everything inside of me is remembering.
I remember how it started,
how it felt to be
Day 2
I woke up wanting you
before I was even fully awake—
like my body hadn’t been told
we don’t do that anymore.
I almost asked
Passing Your Exit
I didn’t plan to miss you today—
it just happened
somewhere between a song
and the road I can’t avoid.
One minute
I was okay
I felt you
I remember
how easily you lived
inside my thoughts
the sound of your voice
lingering
long after we stopped talking
the way your smile
made
Day 1
Today
I didn’t go back.
It doesn’t sound like much—
no grand moment,
no loud goodbye—
just a quiet decision
I made with myself
this
The Cost of Peace
Grief is funny
in the way the ocean is funny—
how it leaves the shore quiet
only to come rushing back
without warning.
One moment