Scars

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one

self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

Apprehension

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return

waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

Comfort

a cold winter night
staccato rain on the roof
you, keeping me warm

winter’s eve
with you, I’m
warm inside

Exhaustion

through heavy eyelids
the siren song of blankets
calling out to me

weary…
stumbling
towards sleep

Luna

in the full moon’s light
a desert scorpion glows
an unearthly blue

silver
illumination
of midnight

Disturbance

watching while you sleep
your gentle breath, warm and sweet
so easily stilled

echoes of
silence spread
throughout the night

Unseen

footprints in the grass
below my bedroom widow
revealed by the dawn

hidden-
disguised by the night
peering undetected

Clamor

the noise in my head
a constant cacophony
that gives me no peace

whirlwind-
tranquility overcome
by turbulent thoughts

Waiting

in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you

in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age

Wane

the cricket’s refrain
raspy in the evening woods
fades as the night falls

evening woods-
crickets fade
as midnight nears