Our denouement was definitive, if enigmatic They won’t say if you asked for me Or if you were alone Not even how So now I scroll through the pictures of who they wanted you to be but never were On a page titled “In Memoriam” Looking for your ghost or maybe just grace #vss365

The darkness creeps closer, howling and endless. Each day, empty, eyeless, leaving only the taste of tears to mark its passing. When the #pyre of your memory at last burns out, what will keep the ravenous night at bay? Perhaps, My Love, I’ll find you in its shadows. #vss365

May the light inside you grow as steadily as the light that returns with each new dawn. Wishing All a Peaceful #Solstice.

The futile sun in the frozen sky, Will steal my shadow when I die. Every dream, bought with debt. Every prayer, with silence met. A futile life on borrowed time, Short on reason, long on rhyme. #vss365 #futile #WritingCommunity #poem

Best wishes to #poetrycommunity and #WritingCommunity and everyone else who made The App Formerly Known as Twitter still a lovely, nurturing place to write this year. 🥂🍾

I’ve lived in this shipwreck for years. Cursing the storms that stranded me. Weeping for the adventures I’d missed. Afraid to leave her shelter. But the future called to me tonight So tomorrow, I build again, forging a new vessel from the old sailing for the horizon #vss365

The house now hushed and peaceful. No children #clamor. No dogs bark. No one calls you from another room. You can hear yourself think at last, marking the minutes as they curdle into years. Dust settles on your eyelashes and the world forgets your name. #vss365

Packing memories along with her heart and a few leftover lines of poetry, he leaves as nonchalantly as he arrived. His abscence shimmers in the air, the aftertaste of a mirage. Tomorrow, she’ll only be a little surprised that she can’t recall his face. #moonmystic #poetry

I should’ve seen it coming. The yurt was stripped bare. Nothing left but the stuffed badger, the last, lonely bottle of schnapps and a pearl handled derringer. The air, predictably, smelled of raspberries. As an #Endgame , it was both diabolical and exquisite. I begin. #vss365

The light you gave the world still burns ever bright. The glow of your memory, guides me through the night. In memory of Robert Noel Sterling on his birthday. Baby, you’re a star. #RIP #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity

None of it mattered. None of it made a difference. “So it goes”