A Show Of Possibility

In the course of all that’s even been, 
has anyone looked death in the eye, forced his hand, and then walked on by

The stories we’ve written, the ones we’ve read
a singular plot to never grow old and never be dead,

perhaps the question, existential should be
how to make life more about life and less about me

An Unequivocal Truth

i am not fool enough to believe

that love shall conquer all, but i am wise

enough to understand that love, however small,

may bloom most unexpectedly, on some

unexpected day, when someone somewhere

has lost their once familiar way

The loneliness is like a balm.

Afterwards, you have gone and I, basking in the sun alone,

have time to think of words I should have said, and in the heat, I’ll write them down for the next time you come by. 

Perhaps you will not leave
and perhaps, I will not drown.