10 Apr 2026: I Didn't Get The Chance

I never told how the dew on your cheeks

looked like the headlights in the rain

pushing 90 on I5.

I never said how I felt

like we were flying.

And, your laughter next to mine—how

it smelled like that sweater of mine you liked,

the one with the heartbeat

of a newborn on the sleeves.

I never told you I love you

with the right… Cadence.

I always hoped I could say it

the way the lightning cracks

when the power goes out;

I hoped I could say it

like the candles we light

to play cards in the electric dark

as we bide our time.

Kings and Queens spilled out,

they all may as well be ballerinas,

and sweet baby Jack?

She’ll be their mother someday.

Wipping her hair like a springtime storm.

Going this fast, the world outside is

an orange blue mosaic blur.

We already missed our exit,

but I expect you to come around

soon.