Good Night

There's no need for those
final, fleeting words when you
know they've been spoken.

Every time

Every time is
the worst time. It's a wonder
I still feel at all.

In the Eye

The eye of the storm
sits calmly, bracing for the
ever circling winds.

Uncle

A friend and father,
always with a joke, a smile,
a tale. Loved, and missed.

Drift

Thanks to my weak heart,
so inconstant and afraid,
I'll stride out of reach,

Beyond your grasp. But
all the while, I'll pretend that
it's not what I want.