Coming and Going

The way they leave

Tells you


About who they are

This is true.

I do not know who said it, but it is true.

It is, however, incomplete.

Did they ghost you and fade away? Was there a simple text declaring in a cowardly way that they were now breaking your heart? Was it in person? Were they crying before you realized what was happening? Was it clear that this was forever? Did they hate that they were going away? Are they promising to come back?

So if leaving tells you everything…

What about their arrival?

Do they ride in slinging fist fulls of cheer when you need it the most?

Are they suddenly hatching schemes to slay your demons for you?

Is the night suddenly fading with the sunrise they carry with them?

Are they a relentless hurricane pounding at your lonesome shores?

Can you feel they are picking up your pieces, making you whole again and ensuring you are stronger than ever?

Do you feel that you needed them before you ever knew they existed?

Are they the light on the door guiding you home through the storm?

Can you feel how they don’t want anything other than to see you rise up from your grave to take life by the throat?

Tell me…

What does their arrival tell you?


On Call

When the call came, he always answered
He drove with abandon every time
A foot spurring the car faster than it had ever gone
Tires screamed
Bright red lights ignored
To be there
With her
As she wanted
This was all that mattered
Pressed up against her in the hallway
Ringed fingers pledged to love others, stripping away any barriers between them
She was all that mattered
She was all he had lost and needed to reclaim
There were no pleasantries until “after”
And leaving?
The pain of “good bye” was only slightly over powered be the joy of her “hello”
So he waited
On call