Heard, but not seen, My words stretching like, “Good morning, love, How’d you sleep?” Questions, Asked but not answered, Our love lay dead, Doorknobs and dustpans, Ashes to ashes, Life, not lived yet, Livable, Side by side, In hushed hallways, Always, hotter than the summer sun, Yet, A heart cold as ice, “Too nice,” I… Read More Eyes

White Hair

The stress of dresses dancing through, The stress of doing all for you, The stress of demons drinking me down, The stress of leaving our quiet town, The stress of never being late, The stress of planning our next date, The stress of knuckle-cracking worry, The stress of always, ever-hurried, The calm, it doesn’t come… Read More White Hair