The Sound of You Still Echoes

I can’t help but think about our old kingdom, 

Remembering all the unnecessary papers in the room,

Stacked and spread around like skyscrapers in a city, 

It was a world of pure imagination, 

Paradise found in an unexpected place, 

Built simply by listening to you,

Listening to the way you loved your saxophone

I wish I could go back to those days with you once more, 

Why did those days ever have to go?

I remember the songs you used to play, 

Especially my two favorite songs, 

I can still hear the notes now,

Still feel the vibrations settle in my chest, 

I felt your love for music, 

Before I ever understood it. 

I watched you practice with intention,

Study with seriousness, 

Refuse distraction,

And be fully devoted to your craft, 

Something you truly loved. 

And that’s why your sound was always different,  

And why no one else could ever compare. 

I loved hearing you play jazz,

But gospel was something else entirely.

When you played,

I could feel your love for God,

It poured through every note,

And it was like a quiet offering of yourself to Him. 

You knew your talent came from Him, 

And you gave it back freely. 

Your praise didn’t need words. 

Your love for God lived in the music. 

You knew the songs I loved the most, 

You told me you were learning them,

Studying them carefully, 

Excited to show me what you’d been working on,

Eager to teach me, 

In ways I didn’t yet understand. 

You taught me the value of effort in music, 

And how it’s impactful in family and relationships. 

You showed me how to pour into others,

Shared how love and kindness carry weight,

Shared that what lives in your heart,

Will always translate through your work. 

I remember you saying people feel love,

And they’re moved by it, 

When it’s real. 

I learned so much from watching you play,

You taught me the meaning of hard work, 

The beauty of devotion, 

The power of knowledge, 

The simplicity of love,

The discipline that keeps it honest,

And the faith that anchored it all. 

Thank you for teaching me so much,

The sound of your lessons still lives with me, 

The sound of your love reminds me to be gentle and kind,

Not be afraid to give fully to others and to myself, 

The sound of you still speaks to my heart, 

The sound of you still echoes. 

I Wasn’t Supposed to Notice You

You were never part of the plan, 

Especially not here of all places, 

Not between tasks and passing hours, 

Not while I was busy becoming more, 

Busy becoming someone whole on my own. 

I was focused on my work, 

Focused on my discipline, 

Focused on keeping my world small and contained, 

Devoted only to God and myself, 

Or so I told myself, 

But then you appeared. 

Glasses catching the light like a pause in time, 

Brown eyes behind the frame, 

So steady and warm, 

Curly hair framing your face, 

As if it had a mind of its own, 

You were just soft chaos impossible to ignore,  

And a thought I wasn’t meant to finish. 

Now you arrive unannounced, 

Sliding through my phone like a whisper, 

And I tell myself not to linger, 

Not to desire you more, 

Like a precious gem admired only through glass, 

But I hesitate every time our paths cross, 

Caught between restraint and want. 

You feel real in a way you shouldn’t. 

You’re not loud or demanding, 

But you’re just present, 

You’re effortless, 

And hard to resist. 

I want to admire you quietly,

From a distance I swear I’ll keep. 

I don’t want more, 

That’s the truth I repeat like a prayer. 

I only want the spell to loosen, 

For your name to stop echoing, 

In the back of my mind. 

But you’re a drug I would never touch, 

Yet I wonder about your taste, 

Whether it’s love on the tongue, 

Or a beautiful nightmare in disguise. 

I rewind and rewind, 

Lingering too long on moments, 

That were never meant for me. 

I’m praying this doesn’t deepen. 

I’m praying that I can forget you, 

But I worry that it’s too late, 

Because I’ve already noticed you, 

And now every version of forgetting,

Feels like a lie. 

I carry your shadow in the corners of my mind, 

A fleeting echo I can’t leave behind. 

The Choice to Wake

I want to wake from this long slumber,

I’m tired of sleeping with my eyes open,

Afraid I’ll never know the moment,

When morning finally comes.

The darkness is heavy here.

Shadows stretch across endless halls,

The only sound here is fear,

Echoing its own lies back to me,

As silence presses in,

Doubt feels louder than truth.

I wait for another voice,

Not the whispers that keep me small,

But a voice that calls me higher,

That dares me to see beyond,

Far from the walls of night and closed doors.

I don’t want darkness to be all I know.

I don’t want sleep to feel like safety anymore.

It’s time to wake up.

It’s time for a new day to begin.

Help me believe when my eyes adjust to the light.

Help me choose truth when lies feel familiar.

I choose You over this,

I choose You over fear,

I choose You over comfort,

I choose You over deception.

I reject the whispers that say I’m trapped.

I reject the lies that say night is permanent.

For I know truth is the light that breaks the dark.

I know truth doesn’t just wake me.

I know it saves me.

I know it frees me.

I Chose What I Knew

I miss you today,
Not in the way love demands,
But in the quiet ways that linger.
I miss our conversations,
The laughter that came easily,
The adventures that felt simple.
But more than anything,
I miss the friendship we once held,
And I wish it could still live here.

I remember the day you told me you loved me.
I didn’t know what to say.
It surprised me,
Not because it wasn’t sincere,
It was because my heart didn’t know how to meet yours there.

So I told you I had love for you too,
Trying to be careful with my words,
Making it clear that I’m talking about friendship,
Hoping that would be enough.
Then I tried to move forward
As if nothing had changed,
Pretending the moment hadn’t shifted us.
I knew it wasn’t fair,
But I was trying to protect us,
And what we already had.

You grew bolder with your hope.
You asked me, quietly and then clearly,
To imagine more with you.
And I chose not to see the signs,
Not because I didn’t value you,
But because I valued the safety of what we were.

I couldn’t envision love with you.
I couldn’t force a feeling
That wasn’t growing inside me.
And you deserved someone who was certain about you.
Someone who could choose love without hesitation.

I was content being your friend.
I was grateful for where we stood.
But you asked me to take a leap of faith,
And I chose something else,
I didn’t choose fear,
But I chose honesty.
I placed my faith in truth over desire,
In clarity over confusion.
We weren’t meant to walk the same path forward,
And I finally learned to accept that.

So yes, I miss you today.
I miss the time, the closeness, the ease we once had,
But I don’t regret the choice I made.

You walked away because friendship wasn’t enough for you,
And I respect that.
But friendship was enough for me.
It was safe.
It was genuine.
It meant everything in the way I knew how to give.

I didn’t choose love,
Not because I lacked it,
But because I didn’t understand it back then.

I chose what I knew.
And today,
I’m grateful for what we were,
Even if we couldn’t become more.

 

The End of a Chapter

A chapter finally comes to an end,

It’s either time to transcend,

Or be condemned at the end of it all.

It’s up to you decide if you want to stand tall,

Or fall to the ground.

Only you can decide if you want be found,

Or not around anymore.

There are too many hard choices to explore,

You cannot ignore them in any way,

Nor can you run away,

Today a decision must be made,

Hopefully you’re not afraid,

Of the end of a chapter.

The Next Chapter

Sometimes it’s hard to move on to the next chapter,

Especially if time is a determining factor,

In how long you remain with one chapter,

It must matter to you to see the chapter after,

Otherwise you’ll be stuck,

And maybe run out of luck.

There are some chapters that are fun to reread,

There are others that make us bleed,

There are even some that feed a tiny seed,

And stifle our growth,

And force us to loathe,

And even make us break a sacred oath close to our hearts,

Why must we endure a story with such dreadful parts?

There’s no story without pain and suffering

But there’s always a story about recovering,

And possibly discovering a new type of strength,

But why are there some stories that end with death?

Why are there some chapters that make us shatter?

Why is it so hard sometimes to move on to the next chapter?

 

Enjoy the Dream

I can’t believe I’m in a better place now,

I never thought I would make it to this point,

This can’t be real,

How did I make it here?

How did I endure so much?

I still don’t know,

I think I’m dreaming

And living a terrible nightmare.

How long can I enjoy this dream?

How long will I be here,

Before I have to go back?

I fear this dream will not last long,

And I will soon wake up to a harsh reality,

But I can’t deny that I’m experiencing a beautiful dream,

Full of happiness and peace at last,

I’ve been waiting patiently for this dream,

I’ll try my best not to worry so much,

I’ll try my best to enjoy this dream.

 

 

Am I a Consistent Writer?

I wish I could write more,

I write every day,

But there are days that I struggle to write,

There are days that I write so little,

There are days that I don’t feel like a writer,

Because I write so little,

I love the days that I write so much,

I love seeing full pages of my words,

It shows that I’m doing a lot,

It shows that I’m really a writer, right?

I can’t stand writing only a few lines,

Or even half a page.

I’m supposed to write pages and pages on a daily basis, right?

I’m glad I write every day,

But does that show my consistency as a writer?

Can I honestly say that I’m a consistent writer?

 

New Pages

I can’t keep writing on the same pages,

I’m running out of space,

And I can’t write as big as I used to.

I need to move on,

I need to let go of these pages,

And write in something new.

A new notebook would get the job done,

More pages means more freedom,

But I can’t let go of these pages,

I’ve put in years for these pages,

There’s so much content in these pages,

I can’t help but smile

Every time I go back to these old pages.

How could I just start over?

How could I just write in an empty notebook?

Am I really ready for a new beginning?

Or can I still hold on to these old pages just a little longer?

Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice.

Change is inevitable,

Change will always come,

It can either be welcomed or come unannounced

Do I delay the inevitable,

Or should I welcome new pages?

 

Remembering the Good Times

I missing you a lot today,

I’m remembering the last time I saw you,

And it wasn’t the best experience,

You were unrecognizable,

You were breaking my heart,

You were a broken, confused version of yourself,

But it wasn’t your fault,

It was a cruel disease that murdered your sweet mind.

It was such a shame.

You had such a beautiful mind and heart,

And you were always willing to share it with me.

You shared love, wisdom and strength to me.

It was hard watching you disappear.

It’s hard not to think about you at your lowest,

But I’m trying my best to remember you at your best.

I’m trying to forget about the bad times,

I’m trying to remember the good times.