Your face.

I never saw enough of it.

But when I did, you saw me for who I was.

And I loved you for that.

Your face.

I should have said something before it was too late.

But when I saw your face, I could not remember who I was,

Let alone why I was there.

And I loved you for that.

Your face.

I should have talked with you more often.

But when we did, I did not have to pretend.

And I loved you for ...

A voice on the phone

She says hello

For the first time in years

I hold back tears

I don’t quite believe it

It doesn’t sound like her

Or maybe it does

I can’t remember

Reading the book aloud

Then my sister, then her

Lying on the ground outside

Books in front of us

And her voice on the phone

It reminds me of home

Or maybe it doesn’t

I can’t remember

Talking excitedly all day

To my sister in the ...

My stomach’s sick and ginger tea sits on the nightstand. I’m cold, but my thoughts are warm. You lay down next to me, and for the first time in forever, it feels like I might get better....

I was a brother once,

But now I’m no ones brother.

Just a father.

Just a husband.

Just a far away son.

Mom couldn’t wear the same black dress to all your guys’ funerals.

David was excited to be an uncle,

But he didn’t even make it to 26.

It was a shotgun wedding,

But perhaps the word inspired Kerry.

Two brothers didn’t have a choice.

Two did have a choice.

I’m the only one that ...

My temperates burns up.

My face brightens to a shade of the love I feel.

A long embrace, molding together for the first and last time.

A devotion until towers crumble, until the stars burst, until the moon fades.

A sword and a heart, an arrow and a heart.

Blood that was boiling, cooling down at the warm touch.

A love in only a dream.

In only a dream....

Their face is a bit murky.

Like the fog that always veiled my bedroom window.

Condensation patterned on the glass as I look up at the flickering light, water dripping down from the shower head.

I wipe the water off my face, but to no avail as the water keeps raining on me. Hot steam lifting off the tiled floor, like the fog outside.

I wince when the water starts cooling down, before my mus...

I haven’t smiled in a long time.

But you.

Oh, you.

“What?” you ask me, grinning with those damned eyes.

And as much as I fight it,

I can’t help but smile back.

“Nothing.” I whisper.

But it’s something.

It’s everything.

It’s the way you hold your pens, the way you sigh when you’re tired, the way you grab my hand when we cross the street. It’s the way you try to balance on the curb, the wa...

Beautiful.

She’s freaking beautiful.

She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,

In any way you could measure it.

When she’s in the room -

I know.

I always know exactly where she is,

Am always somehow _aware_.

When she’s not around,

I’m stressed and anxious,

Itching to be near her.

Because when I’m near her…

There aren’t words.

It’s warm and cold

And safe and thrilling

And comfortable and unknown...

Sunlight is the beautiful language,

That I can no longer translate,

A golden canvas, forever unseen,

A whispered serenade.

But in your laughter's melody, a world unfurls,

Vibrant and unafraid.

Your touch, a poem for my fingertips,

Speaks of warmth, of kindness, a whispered rhyme.

The closest thing to sunshine I will ever need.

The curve of your cheek, a comforting cliff,

A haven I find i...

My dearly beloved daughter,

you are joyously welcomed to the universe.

May you bring joy and happiness

to your mother,

and may your father find pride and

celebration in everything you do.

May the honor of your presence

and existence bring pride and joy to your parents....