100 – about you

i’ll leave you here today,
looking into your own eyes
and listening to your
own reflection
behind the mirror
until the day
we meet again.

099 – unrequited

and here, before
the end of our days,
i see windows
bringing in light
where you could never
bring yourself to look
beyond the darkness.

098 – lacquer

i remember nights
when i could touch
the smell of peaches
on my skin;

when i twirled
in my little wooden
box lacquered in black
and pearl.

097 – colorless?

they have no color,
these walls i live within
day after day;

but they would just
be brick and mortar
if they hadn’t been
touched by you.

096 – illusion

and what if i said
i could spend my
life looking at you,

hidden and uncovered
where you
couldn’t see me?

you still would
never know.

095 – remembering wounds

how do i bring time
to fill the space
between these moments-

in this space, that grows,
as gorges do,
when memories
return to leave wounds?

094 – rousing

this world –

– that began
moving when you
opened your eyes;

when you saw the light
breaking through –

– is the world
i made for you.

093 – presence

i wake up these mornings
to run my fingers
over the curves of
this empty chair
and the voices
echoing from the
fissures in the walls.

092 – whole

they want for me
to want
and to hope
for you to see;

to ask for you in return;

but i love you
so i keep
learning love
for myself.

091 – faded

i saw the paint
peeling off the walls
and between the wrinkled
sheets i found
nights of lilac
without your
perfume lingering
on my skin.