A collection of writing by Dominic Riccitello — intimate conversations, personal essays, and poetic reflections on relationships, loss, and self-discovery.

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in these moments i feel this
how it used to be
seconds before
the wind blew like this

we rise from
conversations we had
in the before
in the details
in the moments where i could
say what i wanted
before it broke

before the silence
started filling in the spaces
we didn’t name

we melt into
fine lines and lost rights
echoes and some quiet resilience
i’m broken by all of these things
a beautiful defeat
weakened wings and tired ceilings

i break to find these late nights
my glass of virtue splintered
pieces i still try to hold
like they mean something

fingers atop yours
how we melt together
like we’ve done this before
like memory lives in the skin

i think you’re afraid
i feel like something whole
so embodied in who i am
like i’ve finally stepped into it

does that scare you
it doesn’t scare me
not anymore

down by the fence
on the way to wade by the tree
where everything feels slower
like time forgets to move

i touch you in that moment
where fingers learn to grasp
they interlock
and hesitate for just a second
like they know this matters

and i know you question

those feelings
of how we’re supposed to be
what this is allowed to become
if we let it

but something pulls
deeper than thought
and my lips speak
before i can stop them

can you question it
when it feels like this
i know you feel it
the reeling

the way it catches in your chest
like breath you didn’t mean to hold

how time bends
and my eyes found
what they were looking for
all along

in the smallest movement
in the way you look back
like you almost understand

i write these words
to leave you here
for you to read

in the streets that hold me
where i drift into sleep
where everything echoes softer
but still finds its way back to you

still touching your sides
like memory doesn’t need permission

it feels like heaven
to feel it here
even if it’s temporary
even if it slips

i barely know your name
yet i like the feeling
of you right here

like something i wasn’t meant to keep
but was meant to feel

and maybe that’s enough
maybe that’s all this ever was

just a moment
that knew it wouldn’t last
and stayed anyway

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