a star left to die

i hate seeing dust gather
on all the things you used to touch. 
i hate the empty space
of where you once walked,
where your laughter lived, 
where your touch filled my home
with a warmth that's fading,
like a star left to die.

- m.j.m

all you can see

seattle sunlight in your eyes.
slow shutter speed, so that 
maybe I can stay here forever.

i miss how it was 
in the moments
where the world was ours.

rare pockets where no one else lived.
just a stretch of sand, a pastel sunset at Lake Erie, 

and the seattle sunlight in my eyes.

- m.j.m

"I really believed in it this time, you know?" She says, beneath tear-glossed eyes. "Maybe if I--"
"It wasn't you."
"What?"
"Some people..." They pause, shake Their head, look to the sky for answers. "Some people don't know what to do with that much love."
"What do you mean?"
"If you lived your whole life with love that was turbulent, that's all you know." 
"But the calm should be nice then, shouldn't it?" 
"Should. But it's too peaceful."
A sadness paints her. It's almost beautiful in its own way. They draw her in, wrapping warm arms around her. 
"I'm so sorry." 
Pause. 
"Please don't give up."

- m.j.m

incompatibilities

in the end, we loved each other deeply, but our incompatibilities made daggers live where stars should have been. 

- m.j.m

i will meet you in the field without name
and maybe then we can try again. 

- m.j.m

full moon night

Full moon night
I had a dream
of pens and paper 
worries hushed
by a stream.

All without sight of a screen. 

Songs carried by birds,
street peddlers. 
Love expressed 
not through images
but spoken word. 

And I awoke to an emptiness,
yet a yearning, for an ancient age,
a time long gone. 


- m.j.m

all gray

Grief gnaws its awful jaws. 
Chomp. Another piece. Chomp. Yet one more. 
The grief of you. The grief of our life. 
A mourned dream. 
Then, I realize:
the colors of this world
are only given meaning
when they are worth seeing.

- m.j.m