You don't need to tell me. I'm happy for you to be my judge. That is why I married you. Just know you were the best thing that ever happened to me. -24th July 2026.


Spare Change.

A static of wings,
a high frequency measured in teeth.
The height was never mine,
only the rumor of gravity you left on my coat.
Cicada shriek,
volume of what could only be I guess.
I'm falling from my pride - of which I heard you say.

A white ridge,
an oath carved into your salt.
I reach into my ribcage for leverage
and heard you count the bones like spare change.
Mountain peak,
promise of what could only be I guess.
I'm calling on my strength - of which I heard you laugh.

I'm as good as gone, let it take your breath
like you took mine.




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Written on 2026-07-24 at 01:16

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Hey, John. What struck me most was the way the poem moves from height to gravity, from pride to falling. It feels like someone trying to stay present within a shifting emotional landscape. Very subtly powerful. Rik.
2026-07-24