poem

A Stranger Who Fit Perfectly

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If an old photo could tell tales.

A woman walks into a bar, well into a nightclub… and somehow, straight into our story.

The night was loud—the bass was heavy, music thumping, lights flashing cutting through the dark, everyone still buzzing from our friend’s performance with her band. She was famous back in the days. We squeezed together for a picture, laughing, trying to capture the moment before the night slipped away.

And then she burst in—there she is on the left in yellow.

Not calm. Not subtle. She came in laughing—really laughing, like full-on joy—like she’d been with us all night, like we were old friends she hadn’t seen in years. Before anyone could even question it, she jumped into the frame, grabbed the moment like it was hers too, and snapped the picture.

We barely had time to react.

Because just as quickly as she appeared… she was gone.

We looked at each other, confused. “Wait—who was that? No one knew. No one had seen her before. No one saw where she went.

But when we checked the photo later, there she was—right in the middle of us, glowing, laughing like she belonged, like she’d always been part of the night.

A stranger… who somehow fit perfectly into a moment she was never invited to.

Kaleidoscope

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Searching for the vibe, the energy, the ‘it’, the will, as life slowly begins to shift into place, put together one piece at a time like a jigsaw puzzle. Yesterday will never be again, but tomorrow may arrive with old habits left behind; perhaps it is the reconstruction of the self with a new set of wills. Some lives are forever transformed, but others return right back to where they began as they fail to understand the ride they have taken.

Yours in soft lighting,
Eloi Ahoy

Dear Kairo, My Text To Janet

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How are you, my love? What a question, right? The nerve of I asking you about your state of mind. I ask gently, knowing there are not words big enough to hold what you are feeling. There aren’t. I wish I could wrap you in the tightest embrace and let you rest there for as long as you need and tell you it is going to be ok but I can’t. No one journey is the same. There are many layers. The club comes with one distinguish membership card.
I know this road feels unfamiliar and heavy — gray, confusing, and painfully quiet. Grief changes everything. It stretches time. It makes ordinary moments feel impossible. It runs like an uncontrollable train. And yet, even here, even now, you are being held by the grace of the Almighty. When your strength feels gone, He is carrying you. Lean on HIm with gusto.
Please be so very gentle with yourself. Take all the time you need and not be apologetic for it. Cry until your tears run dry. Speak his name. Sit with the memories. Scream if you must. Run outside, go for a midnight walk — the therapy I needed. It worked that day. Breathe slowly through the waves when they come. There is no “right way” to walk through this. There is only your way — and that is enough; trust me. Lean on it.
The days may feel long and strenuous. Some will be frustrating, some confusing, some unbearably lonely, others atrocious but little by little, you will move forward one step at a time. There is that light at the end of the tunnel. One day the air will feel lighter. The grass will seem greener. The emptiness will give way to memories. You will smile and not feel guilty for it. You will find yourself again, joy — not unchanged, but still beautiful, still whole.
Until then, lean on me whenever you need to. If you need to talk, I will listen. If you need silence, I will sit with you in it. If you need someone who understands the ache, I am here. You do not have to be strong for me, no need to rewrite that script. I know it too well. You only have to be real. Remember, I have been there just a few months ago. It seems surreal.
A side note, I just want you to know I broke down for a second there when they played, I Can Only Imagine — it was the same one they played at my husband’s funeral.
I love you. I am holding you close in my heart and in my prayers. Sweet dreams.

Yours in soft lighting,
Eloi Ahoy