He sits across from me today,

I saw his story last week

 as well,

only from a safer distance.

There is sadness in his eyes,

an...

It is not the pulse of the oars 

dragging into

deep and

shattering still

to stir.

It is not the 
slide that brings you
forwa...

Hastening river and  hushed mossy green,

you,

unaware of my presence,

unconcerned with my adoration.

My heart abu...

There is a relief

in having

your smallness

laid out

before you. 

As certain as the sun rises in the east

and rests in the west,

so assured is true north.

Safely we rest in the knowing

t...

Hearts are not made to be won

taken as if by conquest

by some overwhelming force.

They are only made to be given away

gently...

hireath

(n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostagia, the yearning...

Sometimes life gets messy.

Sometimes we or others make choices

that result in a confusing muddle of 

emotional color,

co...

You curled into my arms
once upon a time
when
tears, fears, and sleepy eyes 
brought you there.
 

How I miss the warmth of...

Walls will find us in this life 

walls and fences and so many reasons

to give up,

give in.

It is up to us,  and only us,

to cl...