You never loved me,

Never loved me enough to share anything of yourself,

And so my world became gnarled and bitter.

No amount of pain would have inspired you to start to build,

A real connection.

And now it is gone.… Read the rest

A quiet dawning stillness,

He is gone.

There is no one else,

But his absence feels less like torn attachment,

And more like a space that opens up inside.

Feeling a little wiser,

He was my friend.

But the attachment wasn’t real,

It was addiction.… Read the rest

What of this bond?

Not strong enough to want to make it real,

Not kind enough to reach out and stop the neglect,

That permeates and distorts my world.

But accepting of this kind of slow humiliation,

This far from perfect attempt to connect.… Read the rest

Oh so quiet

Inside this space tonight

Perhaps it is a kind of suffocation

That goes both ways.

A very effective,

If accidental,

Way to break the bond.… Read the rest

The gentle ache of the promise of sleep

Senses alive with warm nourishment and touch

A song of my soul tells a different story… Read the rest