Poem on Regret and Heartbreak When clocks forget the vows we used to keep,And sundials stain with shade where noon once glowed,I count the hollow hours, long and steep,That rose like bread but fell a heavier load. You were the hinge on which my mornings turned—Now dawns arrive unhinged, a gaping door.Each tick a tiny …
In the Space Between Our DaysIn the Space Between Our Days
When morning leans its weight against my day,Your name drifts in like light across the floor.In every quiet thought that slips my way,You’re half the reason I still ask for more. The coffee cools; I trace your outline there,In curling steam that lingers, then is gone.A shadow of your laugh hangs in the air,A ghost …