Jane

Joined September 2025

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The Unfinished Story
The Unfinished Story I am trapped in the unfinished story you left me. The chapter ended, but you never wrote the last line.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Fear
The Fear I carried it quietly, this trembling dread: that what we began was only a spark, that you had already let it burn out.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
Always a Father, Never a Dad
There is a difference between being a father and being a dad. The first is a title, an accident of biology, a name written on a birth certificate. The second is a presence, a warmth, a steady heartbeat in the background of your life. A father can exist without ever truly arriving; a dad arrives without needing to be announced.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Pulse Between Us
The Pulse Between Us Your heartbeat pressed into mine, and I felt it everywhere— in my chest, in my hands, in the hollow of my ribs
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
Cruel Irony
Cruel Irony You, who knew the ache of losing a father, taught me the ache of losing respect. You, who wept over absence,
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
Breath Between Us
Breath Between Us We were both trembling— not from fear, but from the nearness of what we wanted. The silence was thick,
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
Sacred Fire
Sacred Fire I ask myself over and over: was I too much? Was my heart too wide, my longing too raw, my lips too eager
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
Breath Intertwined
Breath Intertwined Our breaths tangled in the space between exhale and inhale, and I felt your presence not as a shadow,
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Storm I Was
I think sometimes that I was a storm too early, a lightning strike before he had learned to look up at the sky. We met,
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Fear He Carried
The Fear He Carried He told me once that loss had made him softer, that his father’s absence had carved tenderness into him.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Easier Path
The Easier Path It is easier to choose someone who does not ask for your soul at once, who does not press against your wounds
By Jane4 months ago in Poets
The Beginning That Wasn’t Gentle
The Beginning That Wasn’t Gentle We did not begin gently. We did not circle one another with small words and careful steps.
By Jane4 months ago in Poets