sometimes, words aren’t enough: there's the...
ubiquitous, overlapping when it comes to you...

come near –
i promise you it’s safe again...

and it’s summer again, your words still linger...
i don’t remember what was said, that much was...

the moon hollows itself out under
the cover of clouds, as one weary...

you are a constant. you are light. you are
a wellspring of hope. you are on the cusp...

i don’t remember the world before you -
swaddled by light, you set the night sky aglow...

do you remember the first time i
penned you a poem, likening us...

is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by...

your cheeks pinken like cherry-blossoms coming to,
on a warm spring morning, on this crisp april...

i added praying that i don’t dream of you to my
nighttime ritual, it’s not that you’re not...

a songbird cries, and the dull ache of
loneliness creeps in like an assassin...

My day starts at 5 am, an hour before your alarm...
stirring you from whatever soft dreamland you...