Heart

I saw a single golden thread

I saw a single golden thread flaxen, bright and true. It grazed my shoulder, passed my head, danced in my field of view. I knew not where the sun-strand led or from what lumen root it grew; the strand’s romance of unknown plans promised something new. I watched a single golden thread And in intrigue, gave it chase I walked away and off, …

Night time

Brutal Seconds

My heart felt as heavy as a motorway. For months. And the unforgiving minutes, the first brutal seconds, of the days I woke up in the weeks that followed, were creasing. As I opened my eyes, I would not imagine she was next to me, but just simply forget that she was no longer there. It felt like the opposite of life, …