Step

The golden sunset shines a warmth onto

crimson foliage imbued in tapestry of hues.

As pedestrians basks in its glory,

I notice tips of the leaves turning into burn marks,

and the glorious sun into last candle wick.

I paused, wondering if I should linger

soaking my soul in its comfort.

But the sun must rise after dark.

Let there be strength and wisdom

in my steps into the dark.

11.14.2025

Nevertheless

Like pastel saccharine taste of cotton candy,

a cacophonous blur of colors pass by

through a tiny window into different worlds.

For a moment, the smell of sewers and inflammatory burns are forgotten.

To return back to face the emptiness,

the helpless vanity that seeks my answers,

is one so tempting to postpone indefinitely

by closing one eye or tilting the head.

Nonetheless,

the sun rises again,

the answer is demanded.

11.13.2025

Giving

As we walked the streets we walked decades ago,

thoughts I had pushed far back in my mind

started to resurface, and as the brown dried leaves fell

words started to cascade into reality.

I do not concern myself with forgiveness

but your acceptance of the truth

alleviated the weight I held on for so long.

When I lay my head for one last time

I will remember what you have given me

as I hope I will be remembered for what I sought to give.

10.31.2025