Something inside me died.(Not all at once. Just… pieces.) Please don’t go.I want you to stay.But I never said it out loud, did I?Only in the silenceafter the door shut. You were thereand I forget the rest.It’s all fog —faces with no names,rooms with no time. You can’t rewrite the…

They said it was just a cargo ramp, a patch of metal bolted onto a bird that hauled mail, spare parts, and sweaty Sailors. But out there, with the sky pouring into the cabin like something alive, it was something else. Feet swung loose into the slipstream, boots tracing lines…

I stand in the quiet,your room without you,beds neatly empty,missing laughter from two. Five years you’ve been mine,my anchors, my air;your tiny hands pulled mefrom darkest despair. I write these words slowly,unsent but sincere;you gave me the courageto fight through my fear. Your innocence shields youfrom pain I hold tight—one…

Three empty chairs—the flight line whispers quiet now,tools in hand hesitate,turn slower, doubt shadows every glance. You know the oddsbut knowing isn’t preparation;the names announced, the casual voicebreaking something inside, forever. Memories surface—port drinks, salty jokes,brief words through a duty window,a promise left unfulfilled. The silent question lingersin metal inspected,…

I sit to write a letterthat no one should have to pen,to speak for a friend silencedby battles fought within. Words come slow and heavy,each truth raw and clear,trying to hold your memory,making sure they hear. The VA saw just numbers,lines on paper, not the pain,the nightmares, sleepless nights,the shadow…

We keep a pact written in small hands,signed on a night neither of us remembers. You watch one horizon, I the other,the boundary thin as breath. Clock hands click trip wires.Meetings, departures,polite nods, gate open, gate shut. Anger waits in my pocket,a flare I refuse to strike.Some evenings I smell…

Where Were We Going, If Not Toward Each Other? If you hadn’t been there—where would I be?Would I have slipped through the crackswith no one to keep an eye on me?Would I have confused silence with comfortand never returned from it?There were nightsmy hands trembled with nothingand everything.And you—you were…

Still quietness under night’s starsQuiet reflections beating on the shore.Smoke and smoldering orange riseinto darkness—of course they do. The fire rages in pops and breaths,telling all we didn’t.Words we’d hidden deep in soundrise up like they’re looking for second chances. The wind behaves as if it doesn’t hear.It’s practiced at that.So are we. But maybe that’s the point—to stay here long enoughthat silence no longer is a failureand starts to sound like peace. Maybe not.But it’s warm, and nobody’s screaming,and the stars don’t ask questions.So for the…