Janus
Love Time. Curse Time.
Today, I almost lost the architecture
of your face—the way your liquid gaze anchors
the air above that sudden, reckless smile.
Then I remembered the ridge of your nose
where the shadows rest. How proud it is of you.
Love Time.
Curse Time.
Today, in this month, Janus looks forward
and back—the God Unstolen, standing in the doorway
between who we were and who we are becoming.
Just like the memory
of how your evergreen gaze anchors the air
above that sudden, breathless smile.
“Love Time. Curse Time.”
That’s the whole fight right there. Wanting to hold a face still while time keeps yanking it away. Janus standing in the doorway like he’s not causing problems. Soft lines, sharp feeling. Sweet, then a little mean.
Look: A loss worth spending time with :).