Thanks

And when we are old, 

I will still reach for your hand-

You are my blessing.

Platitudes

They told me,
if you love him,
let him go.
But I couldn’t
convince
my fingers
to unfurl-
to release you
into the wild
unknown.

Civil Duty

Then do not say, 

next week, 

in two years, 

or fifteen years 

from now, 

that you were not 

given a voice. 

Today is the day, 

beloved. 

Your adventure 

is before you, 

you need only 

to choose 

which path 

to walk. 

Put pen to paper, 

the future 

is of your 

making. 

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Hurricane heartbreak, 

a Polaroid passion, 

blink and you’ll see it, 

the shores that we’ve crashed on. 

A rear view of worries, 

all ripe for forgetting, 

a gasoline pardon, 

no knees left for begging. 

Paper plane romance, 

a tower too tall, 

sometimes the soaring 

feels more like a fall.