I went to that bench
where we laughed until tears
and cried until smiles.
And suddenly, a bullet of
memories hit me.
You were there,
but in a face I barely remember
now.
Maybe time tore us apart,
but left the memories for my heart.
Funny, isn't it?
How you gave me so many memories
just to become one yourself.
Smiler they called her
A proper social engager
A befriender - listener
Then something changed
Her sparkle went
Slowly - over time
Like someone turned out the light
Fading - retreating back
Always apologetic
Even if not at fault
Excuses
No longer mixing
Then the frown
Or deep sadness
Written across her lips and eyes
Always too busy
With something else
Silent and timid
In the presence of certain people
Particilarly one
Finding conversation difficult
Trust shot
Personality fading away
Unrecognised
No longer knowing self
Uncertain how to just - be anymore
The depth of night set in
Darkness
Black well
Suffocating
Not recognising
Yet so in need of someone
An open door
A friendly ear
A hand reaching out
Discretion
Signposts
Building blocks to breaking out
Of the wilderness
Means of dealing
Chance of escapism
Rescuing the soul from control
And cohersion
Finding a way back
To daylight
Refinding the spirit
That once helped her smile
By your words you wounded my soul
Creating a hole that was long ago whole
There is no solution, no redemption
Ignoring temptation, I’ll choose separation
I want to take my distance
Despite my heart’s hard resistance
To be freed of this deed, it’s a need
You’re a weed I have to get rid of to succeed
But if you come back and talk to me
I fear I won’t have the strength to flee
I’ll beg you to never insist
‘Cause I’ll never be able to resist
TO SEPARATE US
GET US OFF CANADA BUS
THEY JUST FUSS AND CUSS
Outside, other children play.
Inside, something makes me stay,
a separation I can feel -
invisible, but no less real.
Interpretations
Commentaries
And such
Seem to be
New stories..
Words explaining words
Dancing around a
Separation fixation..
we say goodbye
leave on good terms
better off as friends
COLD MERCY
frost in his eyes, choosing separation, dancing alone
I offered you a piece of my heart,
and you dreamed of the day our hands might finally meet.
But when my account expired,
when my voice could no longer reach you,
you turned to anger
and cast me aside—
though you knew it wasn't my fault,
though you knew we were prisoners too,
locked inside a cage built by others,
imprisoned with our own love.
By the time you understood,
it was already too late.
Perhaps the knot in my chest,
the bitterness and the ache,
would never have let me forgive you.
Or perhaps it was simply fate
that the taste of your lips
would belong to someone
who never truly loved you—
someone who lays his head upon your breasts
only out of habit.
SEPARATION BLUES
POLLING NUMBERS NOT GOOD NEWS
SEPARATISTS BLOW FUSE
Anthony, we were only eight.
Your gentle soul recognized & spoke to mine.
A family move separated us.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
CANADA MOVEMENT
SEPARATISTS GO GET BENT
YOUR PLANS WE WILL DENT
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
UCP SMITH TOGETHER
BRINGS MESSY WEATHER
You left like someone closing a window
during a storm they had invited in.
The curtains kept breathing your name
long after your footsteps forgot the floor.
I still find your fingerprints
on ordinary things—
a glass of water,
an unanswered call,
the side of the bed that remains diplomatic.
Love did not leave me gracefully.
It dragged furniture across my ribs,
broke mirrors inside my throat,
taught silence how to scream.
You called it fate.
I called it arson.
You built a home in my pulse
then evacuated without warning.
Now every room in me
smells of burnt letters
and rainwater.
Some nights
I wear my grief like expensive perfume—
subtle at first,
then impossible to ignore.
The moon watches me rehearse
all the conversations
we never survived.
I have memorized the mathematics of loss:
one body,
two ghosts,
infinite apologies.
Still—
if you knock at my door
with your ruined hands
and your late remorse,
I might open it
just to prove
even ashes
can remember fire.
BAD GUY IS KENNEY
NO IS GOOD LIKE MTG
AM CONFUSED YOU SEE
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