Poems

I wake up at night with my arms wrapped around your absence.

You treated me like a fortune cookie that you broke to learn what you already knew: I love you.

He inhabited their lives like air, mostly unnoticed but there in need. They left him, then wondered why it suddenly became harder to breathe.

At least love doesn’t require visas. #SixWordStories

Traveled and read, and Saw it all, Not as it was, but as I am.

I know that I have very little time, But sorrow for you is all that I’ve got; For I wake up each day knowing I’m dying, And you wake up thinking you’re not.

In that awkward space of not knowing Whether this is killing me or making me stronger.

Every time someone says goodbye, You learn a little bit about yourself.

I wish I never met you. I was much better off as a coward.

You might wonder why he does this? Why he writes of people he once knew? But he hopes that one day he might mean enough For someone to write about him too.