Light rain falling on my bare shoulders It makes me think about the way you soothe her...
How I love the beauty that is this season I was the wreckage after their torrent storm. Let's speak to the wounds we made, To the memories that are played and replayed.
"Can I help you?" He shrugged. "I don't know. Can you help me?"
Yesterday, I received a text: He wants a divorce, he told me today. This from one of my very dear friends.
A silly short poem of a potential summer fling with the one who got away! The moment when you cannot speak the words You have to say. Jeremy knew his wife Gail was having an affair. The only information he’d discovered about the man she was seeing was his last name, Chamberlain, and he didn’t really care to know anything else about ... Grief is never easy. Especially when you were a secret to the world.