At Last, Becoming
I felt it the moment I walked in: the distortion in the air, a heaviness thick with unhappiness, leaking from the people. Whatever light I carried began to drain.
Human Moments poetry
Ten Sacred Minutes
Bones creak like century-old floorboards and in that hush between alarms, the room holds its breath.
The Drawbridge Between Us
When love is wounded by the one meant to protect it, and the long silence that follows.
Love Ends in Silence
Even the strongest bonds can dissolve quietly. Not with a fight, but with a slow fade neither person planned.