IMMORTAL BELOVED

Having lingered over the course Of a day’s entirety Overflowing their hearts Into the twilight hours It was too much to hope The euphoria would sustain Souls separated in slumber To touch a newborn day But a note awaited her sleepy return Left at dawns early hour Filled with love and promises of forever Upon

GREY MATTER

It’s the sorting of self When you don’t understand How it is you really feel What it is you really want Believing in a time That may or may not come Standing still and alone Watching it pass you by It’s the certainty of death In having felt and watched it descend Wrapping round taking

THEIRS WAS A STORY OF LOVE

Timeless In its infinite existence Spiritual As their souls were connected Effortless In their flow of communion Ethereal As they dared to dream it Giving in to it No matter the price Running away from it Because of the cost Long dark clouds That lingered and loomed Praying they wouldn’t Last forever Holding out hope

HEART MONITOR

It was during the shift change, well past dark when they entered her room. They stood in the little alcove donning their paper gowns and gloves; the curtain pulled that separated the entryway from the actual room where she lay. They called out her name but she didn’t answer, so they naturally assumed she was