timing

maybe you’re right and it never was about a lack of desire to stay maybe it just happened that we met at the wrong timeeven so…i grieve the loss of a love i never tasted because of timing

goodnight

goodnight 
he whispered at the moon 
drifting slowly across his sky 
as if he’d been speaking 
to her 
it didn’t matter that she 
would not hear him 
as he woke in his day 
and she faded into her night 
alone 
he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.

nothing left

i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.

emptiness

there's an emptinessin the space between we twothat comforts and kills ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse Inspired by Promptarium.

Emptiness

I remember going to the beach when I was young and digging deeply into the sand trying to catch the clams that I knew had to be the ones leaving the bubbling hole at the water's edge. There's a comfort to existing in the place that is both land and see, standing with my back... Continue Reading →

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