We stand there together, my love and I, Hand in hand we examine the blue paint, That so gracefully has become the sky; Artists’ brushstrokes so fanciful and faint. This gallery bustles with those who stare, Looking for the secrets to what art means, Yet none in this room begins to compare, To my love... Continue Reading →

Morning Wakes

Another morning wakes, Fingers stretching out. To touch upon the empty ache, Of a bed that lies without.   My heart you used to own, Secure and without waver. Like a bookstore shelves’ dusty tome, Bound timeless and forever.   Such joy we once had, Such love and desire. Where did it all go bad,... Continue Reading →

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