Karma

I do not need
to strike the match
to know that one day
I will be dancing
on your ashes.

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January 29, 2017

When I think of you
I try to remember your smile,
the ones you wore on each occasion
and the way they stretched across your face
like the way your life
stretched out in front of you.
I listen to hear your voice sometimes,
ears perked to welcome the sweet sound
of the misheard lyrics
and tonedeaf vocals
you generously provided the world
and the silence I hear back
is deafening.
I picture your hands,
always moving, always animated,
always reaching out
to help anyone they could,
to hold anyone who needed support,
to throw lifelines to anyone who was drowning
in a sea of unfamiliarity.

When I think of you,
Dylan,
I forget to be angry sometimes
but I always remember
to miss you.

one year later

Leaving Unapologetically

I think about the boys
I never kissed goodbye,
the unfinished sentences
hanging like limbs
in empty rooms
I’ve left unlocked,
the words I never typed
and the poems I never penned.
Read between the lines then,
when I’m gone;
use my voice to fill each crevice
on your body,
to stretch your limbs out
and reach for my unfinished sentences,
to shove them back into your mouth
and try completing them.
This is where I leave you,
in a graveyard full of could-have-beens
surrounded by unaligned stars
without gracing you
with a half-decent explanation
of where or who
I am running toward.
And for the first time,
when I leave, I take with me
the thirst for another hurricane
having weathered one before,
and sour-tasting names
I’ve almost forgotten already.

when you leave, leave with peace

Oceano

In the calm before the storm,
the sea forgets she has a pulse
until the thunder reminds her;
that’s how I felt
before I met you.

You crashed over me,
eroded sandstone walls
built to keep seafaring intruders at bay,
and suddenly
I had never tasted salt water
any sweeter.

Using my heart strings as lifelines,
you pulled me into the depths
of ocean blue eyes
that I finally drowned in.

man of the sea

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