k vs. k

KH

I have never been so aware of my misery,
never held the shape of it in my hands and known
its color, width, breadth, so acutely, and this
clarity is compounded by past experiences which
drag me into uncertainty. in fact, I have known all
along the mystery, but afforded myself the luxury
of putting it away with the other cobwebbed relics
of common sense and sanity. someday I’ll come
back here looking for an old feeling and will
find these broken smiles to remind myself.
I know this – I know what happens – I have seen
the descent, I feel it beneath my feet and knocking
knees and I have heeded myself. I am pausing
just to remember, to learn, like reliving
the past will eradicate it.


KC

you pressed first though you didn’t know it
I breathed fast as a summer breeze, wasted not a moment
to absorb the inches of your features.
then I knew

you to be beautiful by the measure of your voice,
a burning light baritone, and the steady smile you gifted
carefully. I began to see our differences
match

your measure where I rush, faith in place of
moxy. I project loudly. and I pressed back, to your
knowledge just a brush, a flicker in a
meadow.

you may see a sea from where you stand but
my eyes among many are thieves for you only.