I have boxes of bone fragments I need to sort through and store away. They used to be full skeletons, but through the years that pass me by-- and even in the present-- today, On my highest closet self in the safest lock-box, they continue to decay.
Falling in love leads to madness.
You torture me with your friendship.
Sentimentalities have only brought me grief.
Wrong. But... it was once right.
Your cancer is my common cold.
Companionship has seldom soothed my lonliness.
Easy? Final goodbyes are anything but.
In but a fleeting moment, I caught a breath of the freshest air– a glimpse of a vibrant creation. Tragic its light was so brutally extinguished. With my own eyes, I saw it. Alas, this broken soul could not touch its warmth. These restraints held too strong. * From my poetry book Restless Reflections