When You Moved
June 3, 2022

I remember the day
the moment
things shifted
when you moved
and started doing
things…differently.
Heartlessly.
Without Soul.
“Savagely” comes to mind.
I felt it the moment you shifted.
I penned a poem that day,
feeling something I couldn’t
quite understand.
But now…
Now I
think I
do.
—-
“Soma-Senses”
August 18, 2021
you were
a warm coal in my chest
forever resting, residing
warm and alive in the ribs
a constant
a return to you each time I
returned unto myself inside
but, you moved
and I found you
after searching
you are
a cold constant in the dark
sunken down deep, weighty
a vibrating stone in the gut
and all my senses tell me
that this too shall not pass
but remain a somatic fact
until appointed time