While I draw inspiration from my life experiences, these poems are not meant to be read as a narration of facts, nor are they meant to be read as being about any one specific person, living or dead. Sometimes there is a dedication to a group or an individual who has inspired me to write a given poem. Many times I combine elements of fiction and fantasy with reality. I find meaning in creating beauty from the chaos of life, of adding order to what can sometimes feel random or arbitrary.
The tide has been going out,
and a second tear rolls down my cheek.
I roll onto my left side to look over at you.
What is this vibe you’ve created?
I am used to winter sunrises,
not summer sunsets.
It feels different without the ice.
You open your eyes, turning to look at me.
I want to hold you, is that okay?
I inch closer, and you wrap your arms around me.
And I fall asleep like we are at home,
and you are still here.