memories
Fading Echo
"Trying to keep a love lost alive... but time heals even wounds you want to keep fresh."
I held your name like a whispered prayer,Kept it close, though time stripped it bare.The edges of what once had burned,A fire fierce... now overturned.I traced your soft voice in midnight air,As if the wind could place you there,Yet all...
What I’ve Kept For Myself
"At the end of each session, the palette should be cleansed, preferably by fire."
You said we were over, but keep texting back,wanting to know where I hid your stuffbefore you packed things up and went.But I have no closet horde of paltry bitsto validate our time, just my memory's mind,full to overflow.Your hip's...
Are We Ever Lost
"What happens when we come to the end? Are we ever lost in this day and age?"
For a moment, I thought I’d lost you. Emotions welled up inside of me,The uncontrollable floodgates opened,And yet, through all the tears,You were there.In an isolated fragment,Suspended in space and time,I focused on the clear facts,Denying everything, especially grief,And I...
He lay beneath the stars of a Van Gogh sky, the scent of cherry blossoms evoking memories so potent that tears filled his eyes. Gazing eastward towards the pale blue mountains, keenly aware of the sun dipping below the horizon,...
Boardrooms & Boudoirs Part Five – Chapters 17-20
"Grace can't help but feel something is familiar about Nadja"
Chapter Seventeen“Grace, come to breakfast, ma coccinelle. Your papa and I have something to tell you.”Grace frowned. “Mama?” she asked tentatively.“What ma biquette?”Confusion washed over Grace as she tried to figure out where she was. Looking around, she saw her...
3BR, 2BA, 1 Story – Pt. 2
"One last trip through the old house."
I didn’t find Gail there, in the room where our marriage had ended. Oh, it limped along for a little while after that–her desperate pleas to reconcile and the various legal nonsense kept it on life support for months–but there...
3BR, 2 BA, 1 Story – Pt. 1
"One last trip through the old house."
I used to love our old house. Of course, that was back when it was “our” old house, when there was still an “us” to have a house together. Back before Gail had cheated, back before I’d divorced her, back...
The Park Bench Of Hope
"It is time to move forward, but what can be done to ease the journey?"
She sat down silently on the bench in the park. She needed space, but not in a way that made her feel alone. He was certain he could see sadness in her eyes, but he knew it wasn’t his place...
What She Remembers
"In old age, a lady remembers her first time"
The sofa broke my fall with a gentle bounce that propelled me back onto his body, into his arms. I leant up, and our mouths melded seamlessly into one. We both fumbled with the other’s clothes, kissing frantically. What I...