Tomorrow

Sometimes you just need
to have faith that tomorrow
will come, unannounced.

That Brightness

That brightness you crave,
it slips into shadows when
you least expect it.

Hovers

It hovers inside,
the hurt, where it's placed between
us, protecting me.

The sting

The stings of neglect
shrink with time, but the pain still
starves for one more meal.

In the quiet

Oh, quiet joys: The
sound of your breath when it meets
the back of my neck.