“I am not proud of the things I did when I was hurting.”

She had a smile that took me to church every damn night.

How sad it is that you have become something I need to recover from.

Too many broken forevers and tired bones.

She gave me a feeling I knew I would spend the rest of my life chasing.

Some of my best and most glorious love stories are friendships.

I am so sick of missing what was never mine.

Our souls are old friends.

The sun is setting, life is shifting, and this skin is ready.

There is still so much light left in us.

What once felt like heartbreak now feels like divine intervention.

Silence and inaction breed injustice.

I wonder if we ever grieve what was at the same time?

And maybe I’ll find you again, on the next big adventure.

After all this time forever still looks like you.

I hope my journey here ends with us.

I want love to be the altar of these earthly days.