Sorry for your loss as if I’ve lost my keys, a favourite shirt, but not my love my life my everything. And they don’t want to go into detail. Leave it sterile, clean, no real emotions to muddy up their … Continue reading
I wake up crying most days. Okay, all of them. I stick my face in your closet for the smell of you lingers there. Your desk is the same. Your side of the table. And I sleep on the couch. … Continue reading
They brought a box by the house the other day. Your “belongings” from work. Amazing, isn’t it, that 13 years can be distilled into one box. Ordinary things, a snapshot of work life. But one thing brought me to my … Continue reading
And are you 20 again, or 37 like when I met you? And will you still love me when I cross that final barrier, far older? Or will I turn 27 again and we’ll have all the time we missed? … Continue reading
I breathe. I go about the day. But I do not live. Living is for people with a future ahead. I have the black. Until I cross the last river, I have the black. And so, I breathe, for now.
I am that caged bird. But I do not sing. My voice was for him, every note matched by his, by the sweetness of his guitar. They are silent now, as is he, and I find that I have lost … Continue reading
… another day ends. Another day without him. Another day of getting by. I live for the day he comes for me. I will slip the bonds that hold me here, so fast. To be with him again is everything.