this day is as new as the bud of you, 
tightly furled, 
easing into reluctant half-bloom.

the thought that I could hold is you is a memory now, 
stained red and faded from years that passed 
without daring to breathe your name.

I dare, today.

in cramped quarters,
with trembling, remembering fingers,
I fold a paper flower of my memories,
and light a tiny flame that will burn until the earnest morning.

you never drew breath outside,
but inside, you were the collision of bone dust and star fire.

your pulse never whispered outside,
but inside, you were the fast approaching dawn.

your name was the space between heart beats.
your name was the resting place of souls.
your name was mine, and my name was yours,
and together, for a moment, we danced in the place where dreams are born.

together, for a moment, we lived.


About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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4 Responses to flicker

  1. Keira Drake says:

    As someone who has had a miscarriage, I want you to know how much this poem means to me.

    As someone who loves poetry, may I just say that I **love** your writing.

    • tehlorkay says:

      I’m terrible at moderating comments, so this is belated, but it means a huge amount to me that you connected so deeply with this poem. thank you for sharing your thoughts and sparking such an amazing conversation ❤

  2. This is such a beautiful, moving poem! Thank you for sharing it.

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