A Last Clear Glance

 The distance is quiet, the silence is deep,

Yet you are the promise my heart learns to keep.

Though miles keep us parted and days drift apart,

You stay like a whisper pinned safe to my heart.

I may never see you, or hold out my hand,

Or walk in the place where your quiet feet stand.

But I hope when the sun sets and daylight grows thin,

My soul gets to travel before I give in.

Just one final journey across the vast dark,

To find where you are, to leave one last spark.

To whisper a goodbye before I must leave,

Without all the heavy, sad sorrow we grieve.

I pray for no tears when that moment draws near

No veil of wet lashes, no blurring, no fear.

I want to behold you, so clear and so whole,

To drink in your vision and fill up my soul.

To carry your picture, unclouded and bright,

Before I fold softly into the night.

Voices in the Feed

 We never crossed a street or shared a passing glance,

Two usernames online, brought together by chance.

A weird late-night thread about the shape of the moon,

How time feels slower in the middle of June.

We talked about forgotten dreams and stars we’ll never see,

A bizarre, beautiful exchange between you and me.

No faces, no voices, just text on a screen

The deepest conversation with someone I’ve never seen.

Then vanished in the digital crowd beyond any count.

No name, no trace, no way to find you now,

Just a ghost in the server, lost somehow.

Now I bring up the strange things you typed in the dark

To friends in the canteen, waiting for a spark.

"Have you read A Walk to Remember?" I ask at coffee,

Hoping if I keep your words alive, you’re still real to me.