It was once 
just a whisper 
damp and dewey 
plump with humidity 
that beckoned me 
begging for attention 
a moment maybe 
longer followed by 
a kissed kinda 
promise that lingered
like a fragrance 
turned into dream
then to dust
so they go
these heart sights 
that last longer 
than the moment 
themselves ever did 

Sometimes haunt
revisiting that
this haunts 
having once
been haunted 
I imagine
my heart 
like some 
lost and 
lonely house 
at the 
end of 
the lane 
and line 
lost except 
for the 
wandering candles
that appear 
in rooms 
looking for 
what they’d
lost there

When time is 
and never was
how long then
is one’s forever 
my forever with
others is only 
as long as 
we are together 
and never one 
brief moment longer 
or ever later 

I have been 
in my reclamation 
not yet my
renaissance first I
had to stop 
discarding myself like 
something to pitch
into the landfill 
taking stock of
me as possibility 
finding worth and 
value in I
I’m almost there 
a few things 
left to buy 
and then I 
will be ready 
for my renaissance 
interesting this having 
to go through 
one’s darkest ages 
to see light 

Ghost maybe shadow 
I have moved 
through this life
with little more 
than a glimpse 
maybe a glance 
very little else 
disappearing from 
and then into 
the space of 
someone else’s side-eye 
rain and snow 
gets more notice
for they impact 
but me just 
an image like 
a mirage mirrors
but a dream