3 Poems

If we are offered
a golden moment where beside
the door key in hand
we may enter

do we enter?

Or do we wait until
we realize once more

that life has passed us by...

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I went for coffee
to free my mind
of the thought of you

but when I finished

your name awaited

smiling from the bottom
of the cup.

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We are placed by our craft
within an exile where
no matter the place
no matter the time

we are always alone

and if you recognize my exile
as I recognize yours
within there lies a comfort
that makes the sounds of the dark

a little less oppressive.