Coming out of the shadows,

reality struck hard

 

Changing me forever

—leading me away

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2020)

Don’t hate me if I struck a nerve,

a tear now yours to mend

 

The pain acute, denial slim

—too late to then pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Waiting for yesterday,

I stumbled into tomorrow

—and found my spirit lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

A creative adult,

a child who survived

 

New toys in the attic

—where time comes alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Only talking to each other,

academics expound

 

And sing to the choir

—no truth to be found

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Foreigner

to death

 

Alien

to mortality

 

Gateway

to transcendence

 

Angel

from beyond

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

A bigger fish,

a smaller pond

 

A greater truth

alludes

 

The water shallow,

banks now void

 

Of fishermen

bemused

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Do you strive to be poetic,

while forgetting to be a poet

 

Your words when forced an epitaph

to what you never said

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Lost within the folds

of my regret

 

Trapped between today

and tomorrow

 

Taking

what I could never give

 

Losing

what I had yet to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

I don’t want to be the one who shies away

and loves you less

 

I don’t want to be the one asleep

while you’re awake

 

I don’t want to be the keeper of secrets

you cannot share

 

I don’t want to be the one you miss

—until I’m gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)