9/06/18

I’m a long way from the ocean.
For salty air,
I renounce my despair
and end up among the waves.
I can’t whisk away
every time I have day.
Some days, I’m alone,
even though you promised I would
never be.

-how do I stand beside you when you’re always at the ocean?

8.19.17

Is it worth all the anguish-
worth all the trials,
worth every maybe
before ‘nother denial,
worth every sadness
and madness
that stays
and worth all the waiting-
heart-wrenching delays?
Is it worth the confusions, silence and wishing?
Because one day I won’t be missing
you.