One Day

One day might be the last time we walk these streets together,
our footsteps falling into a rhythm only we understand,
no thought of endings, just the sound of pavement beneath us.

One day might be the last time we share a quiet cup of coffee,
steam rising, our words soft and familiar,
as if there would always be mornings like this.

One day might be the last time we sit in silence,
our hearts speaking louder than any words,
the space between us full of all that’s unspoken.

One day might be the last time we laugh so freely,
as if the world were a joke we’d figured out,
not realizing it was the final punchline.

One day might be the last time we catch the sunset together,
colors spilling across the sky, just like before,
but never quite the same.

One day will be the last day I show up for you,
because somewhere in the space of all those days,
there was a time I needed you to show up for me,
and you weren’t there.

Ruminations

I’ve been sitting with these thoughts,
heavy and circling,
like clouds that never rain,
just linger.

I’m not okay,
but I say it in a way that feels like a promise—
not to anyone else,
but to myself.
Because I know, someday, I will be.

Life handed me a deck I didn’t shuffle.
Missed chances scattered like loose cards.
Opportunity slipped past me,
soft and quiet, while I was busy surviving.
And the only time they see me
is when I’m holding something they want.

I’m more than what I give,
though sometimes it’s hard to believe it.

So I keep moving through,
not strong, not broken, just… here.
Maybe I’ll make it,
maybe I won’t.

But for now, I exist in the space between.
And that’s enough,
for now.

Soledad

A paradox of emotions, hard to explain,
Feeling connected, yet lost in the rain.
Seeking that solace, a place for my song,
In a world full of voices, to find where I belong.

Longing

He sits on the patio, in evening’s cool air,
A solitary melody drifts through the air,
The radio playing its lonesome tune,
A poem in his heart, watching the moon.

He yearns to talk, to hear her voice,
Technology fades, not by choice,
Within the canyon’s walls, no signal found,
He must wait patiently, on familiar ground.

For her spirit, her soul, this trip is bliss,
Reconnecting with friends, dearly missed,
Sharing memories, emotions descend,
Saying farewell to a beloved family friend.

Goodbye is heavy to the childhood home,
It’s always in her heart, no matter where she may roam,
A promise held tight, to return one day,
With her own family, they’ll make their way.

So, back on the patio, he sits and he waits,
Longing for his loves embrace.
The radio plays on, their bond remains true,
A symphony of love, strong and imbued.

Defiant

Lost in a fog, locked in my minds chamber
My souls a mess, it feels like a stranger
An aura of sadness fueled by anger
Who am I now, what’s the remainder

Fuck fate that put me here, is this my test
To give up hope, to live with detest
To fake the smile and “do my best”
To dwell in agony, to settle for less.

I REFUSE!

I will transcend this desolate state,
Hopelessness will not determine my fate.
With strength and resilience, I’ll navigate,
And conquer my path where triumph awaits.

The flame of defiance, my soul forged anew,
Embracing resolve, my dreams I’ll pursue.
I know hope alone is not enough, it’s true,
But I’ll make my way, my spirit will breakthrough.

Campfire

A spark begins a campfire’s flickering light
Two old friends gather embracing the night
With guitars in hand their melodies blend
Their muse a secret as time starts to mend

That spark now a fire its warmth begins to grow
Drawing friends near like a river’s gentle flow
They strum and they sing recalling old times
A symphony of memories cherished in their minds

As flames dance higher more souls do appear
Drawn to the laughter to stories held dear
Tales of triumph and loss fill the air
Bound by friendship’s thread a bond beyond compare

Through laughter and tears they share their fears
Echoes of joy mingling with heartfelt cheers
A chorus of mirth interrupted by glee
A boisterous bagakgak that sets spirits free

The fire burns bright lives intertwine
As moments of connection etch lines in time
Silent pauses linger the embers grow low
But the spirit of friendship continues to glow

With dwindling numbers the night draws near
Yet the warmth of their bond remains crystal clear
Like smoldering coals the fire’s fading breath
Their kinship endures beyond life and death

The two old friends still sitting there
Strumming their guitars with tender care
Their voices blend softly their music takes flight
Carried by mountains into the starlit night

Through valleys and peaks their spirits ascend
A testament to a friendship that will never end
For regardless of changes through any endeavor
They’ll be friends forever and ever

Unburdened

Once I found a path to walk
A belief to guide my talk
In the fold of a faithful flock
I found a sense of security and rock

But doubts crept in like creeping vine
Challenging my belief line by line
Unanswered questions doubts and fears
Clouding my path bringing me to tears

The loss of my belief like a death
The shattering of my spiritual breath
Leaving behind friends and family dear
A sense of loss a life left in fear

But in time I began to see
A life beyond belief full and free
A new path emerged a happy life
A spiritual resurrection free from strife

So now I walk unburdened and free
Living a life of joy and possibility
A hopeful future a life well-lived
In the end my doubts and fears are finally rid

Waiting for the Rain

On the horizon the clouds begin to creep
Like lumbering giants waking from their sleep
The breeze brings the familiar scent
A sign of the tempest soon to descend
I am waiting for the rain

It begins with its gentle mist
My skin accepting of its sweet kiss
Then suddenly excitement grows
As the rain falls in heavy throes
I am standing in the rain

Lightning followed by the thunder’s roar
It awakens me within my core
My body moves the rain its guide
Its orchestra eases my troubled mind
I am dancing with the rain

Lightning is now blinding and frightening
The storm becomes unrelenting
Cold wet and soaked with no end in sight
My soul is losing in this blight
I am aching for the sun