The Right Choice

I wanted to tell you,
About how today was,
The first happy day,
I’ve had in a while.

I wanted to tell you,
So that you could know,
I’m not as hopeless as,
I was as a child.

I wanted to tell you,
But not to brag,
That I watched the snow fall,
And I sat and I smiled.

I wanted to tell you,
But I knew that I shouldn’t,
Because you’re too far away,
And happy without me.

So I didn’t tell you,
And it all felt less real,
As I watched the snow fall,
And wished you were here.

A Whisper

Do you believe,
that gods can bleed?
Have you seen enough,
to conceive of,
divine mortality?
What would it mean for us?
We who must develop love
Of vulnerability,
Of blood,
Of death.
All so we may draw
our final breath in peace,
with our minds,
and our dreams,
drifting
in the cosmic seas
of infinite night,
and lovely,
lonely starlight.