Stars
Month: September 2024
Bottomless
I have our dad's eyes.
Green and bottomless.
Dazed and desolate.
Hesitant
Everything has come full circle...
Yet it feels as if no weight has been
lifted from my shoulders.
The sighs of relief seem temporary
and I'm sure that they are soon to be
replaced with regret and resentment.
My mind remains hesitant to relax,
my body leery to let go.
Woven
Eventually her string of lies
became hard for even her to follow.
She couldn't remember what she had said,
who she told what, or what was believed between whom.
She had woven a web
without an apparent end.
The truth hidden somewhere
between a single fiber.
Apart
What if all we have left
in common are memories?
What if the only thing
still holding us together
are the days that we felt
we would never be apart?
AO Poetry 
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