I will remember you Even though you are long gone from my life

I was asked a question, a question which I was unable to answer, yet one that we are continually asked, by others and by ourselves. What is your role in the world? She asked, Why are you here? she pro...

When we walk the brick road Where you see yellow

One tear drops into my lap. There is no one there to watch it fall, or to brush it off of my cheeks. That tear falls for no reason, and for every reason. I will only allow myself one tear tonight. I h...

I am walking on the beach with you, my bare feet pressing into the sand, moistened by the passing of salty brine. My sandals dangle from my finger tips, the same fingers I now use to brush a piece of ...