Sugared sand melting
Decadence on parted lips
A lonely raven cries
My journey of healing and love.
Sugared sand melting
Decadence on parted lips
A lonely raven cries
I found an old picture of me and my ex.
It was like looking at two complete strangers.
I looked at me in the photo and said, “you will be happy. I promise.”
I thought I heard God, but looking back, I think I understand now.
I was the voice that saved me that night.
Reverberating stillness
An echo in the dark
A piece of old confetti
A blink before a spark
A shout, a thud on pavement
A whisper and a sigh
A death that finally mattered
A name
A face
A life