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...
Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.
I see your face, your smile and poetry comes flooding out of a heart that can't love you anymore...
The things you let go will someday teach you how to fly.
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......
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...