A poem about longing to hear the voice of the one you love, even if it is just a whisper.

A poem I wrote, called My last smile.

Silence all over, the night is still young.
But it’s already too late for me.
I could not be saved. I could not be believed. I could not be lost……..

This is the dream I had every night while I was in therapy.

A poem I wrote in class in the fall, inspired by the poem "The first day" but related to me a lot more closely.

Our love is here to be enjoyed.

Your life was through.

I did my best to try and smile.

You have such a radiant light about you.

I have what it takes.

Your smile vanished from your face.