#WinterSolstice #Snow
#Brooklyn
#NYC

Alone, I walked a winding trail,
Through nights of doubt and mornings frail.
The love I sought was not a start—
It lived, untouched, within my heart.

For only when a soul is whole,
Can love arise and fill its role.
No ties of guilt, no borrowed flame,
But love reborn, in one’s own name.

So I unraveled the careful thread,
Confronted truths long left unsaid.
Not for her , but for my own,
To stand as someone fully grown.

To my wife, I offered one last vow,
An honest heart, here and now.
We parted ways, yet love endured,
In boys’ smiles, their bond secured.

Then another soul came, a fleeting spark,
Her voice a lantern in the dark.
She saw in me what I had lost,
A life untethered, but at what cost?

“Are you happy?” her question bold,
A truth unspoken, heavy, cold.
Not her embrace, but her gentle plea:
“Find the man you’re meant to be.”

The Third Party

Twenty years, a woven life,
Bound by vows, through joy and strife.
Two boy’s laughter, a home complete,
Yet silence lingered, bittersweet.
In Her eyes, the past remained,
A love that once, but never regained.
For myself the mirror gave no grace,
A man unknown stared from its face.