Cotton Armor

Like a knight and his chainmail,

I wear you on my chest;

Cotton armor.

You guard me not like metal or kevlar.

But with advice and loving embrace;

Look around.

I wash you not with a machine, but with my hands.

Memories shake free with each pass through your hair;

Two long lost friends.

Water flows to help wash the stain,

Mixed with nostalgia and tears;

Forever pain.

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Constant Connection

Where one gaze ends, another begins.

Connected by what we see now,

and where our dreams wander.


The roads we walk are different,

And the shoes we wear we cannot share,

But the destinations of our journeys end all the same.


How we get there is up to us.

The lessons we learn are meant to be told,

and the attitudes upheld, together they meld.

The Visitor

Glaring at me, like sun after sleep

Was an eye.

The pupil, dark as night and the outline,

A golden glowing white.

Never before had I seen such a vision.

I heard myself pleading, ‘please don’t go away… please don’t go away’

As if I knew its visit was impermanent.

Slowly my visitor began to dissolve,

My eyes fluttered as if to preserve its beauty.

But like everything in this world,

Its existence was merely temporary.