I felt the spark —
I was sure of it,
but it struck the deep waters
of my soul,
still sparking
as I drowned
in the magic of you.

Burnt-coffee eyes,
and a soul
made of sky —

I could not write
our ending;
you would have read it
even in silence,
with your discerning eyes.

No more cryptic words-
I’m too sensitive for that.

Mr. M, your smile was worth a thousand unspoken thoughts;
it was radiant – pure sunshine.

Superman himself
couldn’t shine that bright.
I wish you’d seen my light
the way I saw yours.

Because I was charismatic
and blushing-
in ways I never am.

But your smile,
your banter –
they fogged over
every clever, witty
comeback I had saved.

A little nervous calm,
settled—
like thick fog
as you walked into the room.

The wings
of every butterfly
beat against
my ribs,


tickling every
cell within my skin,
cracking
my voice
to a barely
audible decibel.

I felt the magic
settle—then dissipate,
the kind that only
follows you.

They say,
The stars you see today are a glimpse of what they were –
Their light travelling from a past time,
Now long gone.


And I wonder,
oh heart of my hearts,
if my grief from your passing took the same path-
Eight years for the tears to reach my eyes.


And these tears
Have continued to flow,
like the river Nile, your home,
where they will forever be buried.



Yesterday, in the mirror,
I saw your smile reflected in my eyes,
and like the spark of those stars,
I yearned that your voice could break through the stars’ light.

This feeling –

of life,

of hope –

I fall for every time.

Every season brings

a new wave

of possibility.

Through your eyes and soul,

I’ve gazed –

and found my mirror

in a sea

of brown eyes and butterflies.