Andrew Cyr

I sought to nourish my spiritAfter she missed my call.I was stuck on empty, running scared.When I became invisible to Lucia,I lost sleep over it, tossing in my thoughts.Lucia said she loved me naked in bed.She saw right through me.My tongue danced behind my lips,Biting the words that I couldn’t chew.Memory’s damned us between sheets.I was easy to ignore when she thoughtLucia … [Read more...] about Navigating Love: When Calls Go Unanswered, By: Andrew Cyr

Mason tagged Penelopeon a dating app,and three years later,Penelope told Mason he was itbefore their family and friendsat an altar in a white gazebo.It was a sleepy Saturday afternoon.The couple had their feet proppedon the maple tableas they peered over the balcony.Penelope sipped chilled vitamin waterfrom a frosty glass with rocksand a splash of rum.Lake Erie folded over … [Read more...] about A Fishy Catch, By: Andrew Cyr

Layla preached about Jesus at a megachurch, but after her husband died four years back from headlights that crossed the center lane, the wind in her faith fell flat. Those around her prayed she’d come out of the slump the devil devised with an empty tomb in her barren womb. Layla lifted her hands, praying beyond the hope she had left. The congregants grew in faith at her words … [Read more...] about Finding Forgiveness in Grief: Layla’s Journey, By: Andrew Cyr

Picturing Maryanne’s sleek,crossed legs in her black dresskept me from drifting to sleep.I dreamed wide awake.This was our first camping trip.We’d gone from childhood friends to more,but I hadn’t told her I loved her yet.I’d been in love before, but this was differentbecause Maryanne was different.I’d consider her out of my league,but she didn’t see it that way.I interrogated … [Read more...] about Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr

Flames crack overoak logs in theoffice fireplace. We wrapped upthe holidaysand painted the whitewalls maroonwith brown trim. We hung framedart and companyawards. Soft, white flakescover the sidewalks,roofs, lawns,fences, and streets. Soft pop playson the radiowhen she walkedthrough the door. Her sparkling greeneyes don’t ring a bell.Her plump red lipsask for a … [Read more...] about A Chance Meeting: Sparks In The Snow, By: Andrew Cyr