Poem

A Note on Witnessing Without Rescue There are momentsthat arrive like mirrors,reflecting your past selfwith such claritythey halt the breath. You stood in the half-lightof spring,phone to your ear,listening to her voice—a voice that once was yours.Trembling hope.Circular reasoning.The ache mistakenfor care. Two winters ago,you whispered the same justifications,built scaffolds of explanationfor why you had […]