My father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days...
I think maybe, when I was very young, I witnessed a chaste cheek kiss between the two when it was impossible to avoid. Christmas, birthdays. Dry lips. On their best married days, their communications...
I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.
I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.
i have loved and i have lost and im starting to believe; its ok. Sometimes what we "think" is best for us, is only the beginning of what is truly "meant" for us. And if i have loved, so deeply the wro...
The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.
The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier li...
I see your face, your smile and poetry comes flooding out of a heart that can't love you anymore...
Someone asked me the other day if I missed my ex? I didn't understand the question, because what's there to miss.. He lost someone who could have loved him forever, but I lost someone who never did......
Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.