Author name: Jeffrey Mack

You don’t fail. You fight. You occupy space differently now. It feels wrong. It feels off. Pain—always there. But still

He did not wait for permission. He made grand entrances but he stayed for the small conversations. He entered rooms

It never was. What started as a simple love of cinnamon and sugar became something much bigger — a thread

April 25th— the perfect date. Time marches on. Today, time is the gift. I persist. I live. This was supposed

The perfect date chosen when time looked different looking forward. A date to celebrate a life kindness, joy, love, snark

In endings you can find beginnings. We didn’t know when we met our story would be short— not a novel,

I’ve always respected the distance between us the quiet yes, the quiet no because even a glimpse of you in

A punctuation in time. A smell that brings you back Grandma’s Nilla wafers. Mom’s meatloaf. The promise of spring. The

You see me when it’s too much. And you see me when the stronger version flickers through. You are patient

It’s April. I didn’t plan for April. Didn’t budget for it time, life, another turn of the page. And still