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.
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When I Say ‘I Love You’
When I say I love you
time loosens its belt.
The past stops arguing,
the future leans closer to listen. -
You, Again
Night brings you without apology.
You lie beside my thoughts
as if you have always belonged there,
as if forgetting were a language
my body never learned.
