Stormy

A torrent of maybes 

in an ocean of what-ifs. 

A tempest, a flurry,

a whirlwind of hopes, 

of dreams, of aspirations. 

Undermined by doubt. 

Circle

You draw a circle

It shrinks

It splits

It multiplies 

You draw another circle

It splits

It shrinks

It multiplies

You draw a line

Absence

It is in the void

where all dread resides.

Photographs

..and there we are. 

There will we be. 

Reduced to photographs.

Goodbye

It is by the weight of goodbyes that we measure the sorrows of wanting.