Like fingerprints on windows forgotten or left to remember, your existence lingers, clinging to me as if still a newborn warm upon my chest. I dare not wipe away these sacred stains within my lifeline, your presence, your mark on this world, your fingerprints clutching my soul. Lovely reminders etched in glass to forever markContinue reading “Fingerprints”
And see just like that it’s gone – a fleeting thought, a whisper, the twilight and the dawn. In that moment before waking and in the shadows of sleep, were you truly there beside me or somewhere beyond my reach?
Sometimes I’m caught off guard when the thought of you hits me so hard, tugging at my memories of you, so rare and so few. You’re the one person I’ll never get over – no real closure ’til I get to hold you a little longer. Merry Christmas, Faith!
I sit in this bookstore where I feel detached from the young and too young to be the old. Miles away, memories come in with the fog and rest their toes at the edge of the water. The only promise of life is the sound of fury from beyond what only the lost can see.Continue reading “Sitting at Powell’s”
When the world around me speaks to my heart, know that you are still alive and well in my memory (my morning drive makes me think of my grandpa).
(to Faith on her 13th birthday) So far removed from where I once was, I often fear you will not find me; yet, when you do, I’m reminded, I’m never far removed from you. I know one day, no one will remember. And one day, no one will care. But as long as I’m stillContinue reading “Removed”
Who knew todaythat yesterdaywould be our last?Who knew yesterdaythat today I wouldhold you no more,come home toyou no more.comfort youno more? Who knewand why didn’tthey tell me? I would have heldyou tighter, andstayed with you longer.I would havedone a thousandthings differently,and I wouldhave neverlet you go.
(for Hailey Owens) Last seconds can wreck your mind break the strong and destroy the weak. Angry words spoken, love rushed and often forgotten in the split seconds of what nobody knows will be the last. Imagined cries and agonies of the injured, torment the living, but I tell you this, cause I heard itContinue reading “Gone Before I’m Gone”
For just a moment, sit with me, look at me, listen to what I say, don’t let a photo capture your body language screaming, “I gotta get away.” I’ve gone over and over, again and again, can’t figure out what it is you’re running from or when it began. I don’t understand your choices, can’tContinue reading “The Price Paid”
This was my life, so please handle with care. Each one in it, I once held dear. But you wanted it and took without regard. And although they went willingly, the losses for me have been hard. So cherish each second you live in my life. No, it wasn’t perfect, but it was once mine.Continue reading “Handle with Care”