30 Days of You — April 2026

Laughter Between Us

I have known silence with many.
Heavy silence.
The kind that asks to be survived.

But with you
even silence smiled.

And I think of this often,
how some people arrive
not with thunder
but with a laugh
that makes a place feel warmer.

It is a small thing, laughter.
Men say that.
They are wrong.

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I'm Owen. Poetry is how I make sense of the distance between people: the longing, the quiet, the things we feel but rarely say aloud. Each poem is a moment caught mid-breath.

My work explores connection, love, and the fleeting instants that define us. Inspired by the greats who taught me that language can hold what life cannot.

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30 Days of You April 2026

Summons

Sometimes I think we have met already
in another arrangement of sorrow,
where the stars made no accusations
and time did not feed on itself.

Here I answer only in silence.
What else is left
when love arrives as an apparition
and asks to be believed?

Your voice reaches me
from the side of existence
barred to reason.
A summons.
A sentence.
A mercy.

30 Days of Me April 2026

The Cabin

Days passed without measure.
I stopped counting them.

The noise in my head
did not leave at once.
It fought.
It circled back.
It tried to make itself important.

But the woods are patient.

They do not argue.
They outlast.

30 Days of You April 2026

Late

I only stand here now,
in this small crossing of lives,
aware that I am late,
but not lost.

Because something in me
recognized something in you
as if the universe,
despite its endless distance,
still knew how to bend
two separate paths
into a single moment.

30 Days of You April 2026

Masha

I do not come
with clever sentences
or the language of certainty.
I come only
with the small trembling truth
that appears
when someone begins to matter.

30 Days of You March 2026

I Was Not Expecting You

I wasn't expecting you,
to find me when I was lost in thought,
wrapped in my own solitude,
content with the silence that had grown
familiar,
only to have it broken by the sound of your laughter,
a sound that now echoes through my heart.

Awakening February 2026

Exile

Exile is not being sent away,
it is being forced to live
where meaning still exists
but permission does not.

You feel it in moments that misfire:
a laugh arriving too early,
a thought addressed to no one,
a warmth with no object.

The field remains intact.
Only access is revoked.

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