Slate Gray

This subconscious pull Dragging me toward you Like the incoming tide And the pitch white sand While we hop clear Only to stumble again Tangled on the shore As the churning foam recedes Replaced by numbness An absence of sound Wrapped up in irony Thick and viscous Replacing a love We thought was endless This … Continue reading Slate Gray


She was never as perfect As the picture in my head A misplaced photograph That lingers at the edge Threatening to fall Like my tears when she left That unexpected exit Ripped my soul apart As radiant as the sun She blinded me Like night’s wings That ghost of yesterday Fading into memory’s web I … Continue reading Imperfect