Reduced to Glorious Ashes

The darkness settles in and the even the candle light isn’t as bright as it once was. But that doesn’t mean that the time for mourning has burrowed deep for winter yet – no, not yet.

For now, it’s just me alone in an empty room waltzing with Death whispering 1, 2, 3 1,2,3 won’t you join me for this lovely waltz with my dearest friend Death.

Simple, Little Holidays

Darling, I don't have a whole lot of, well anything, really, to offer, but thank you for understanding that and enjoying all of our little moments together instead of brightly colored boxes or a great big meal.

Autumn Blurrs with Winter

Fall - explode
watch the moon
clinging to Hope -

a numb smile,
a memory even,
a sweet sensation

strips away the light
choking all that
allows me to be

the woman you
loved.

Going out for Fresh Air

I love how easily we get roped into some of our favorite moments. Effortless joy makes for the greatest kind of love either of us will ever know. 

The Healing Process

Watching Street Lamps Shine

I've always wanted you to be the one that would light my way through some of this rubble caused from growing pains. Maybe you're better off as a single star than the whole night sky anyway. 

All Torn Up

It's not that the letters I wrote you were difficult to send or even that you weren't there to receive them anymore. Just that the words still don't come out right and stamps are too expensive to be worth a damn anymore. 

Anyway, how are you today, Hun?

Your Epitaph will be Something Like This

Our relationship was like a graveyard and it's keeper(s). We were not there for each other, but rather for the previous loved ones we were forced to part ways with. We shared pain like a sundae and bonded over sorrow and that's no way to fill a soul up fully - no way to heal a broken heart.

We were keepers and our relationship was just another graveyard in memory of soldiers who's bodies simply could not be found. 

A Toast to That November

I remember the winter we were getting ready to move, how we spent our late nights at Starbucks drinking coffee I should have been too young for and eating sweets we did not need. The weather was colder than it should have been and our hearts jumped with joy as we got closer to the big day, but all those coffee shop strangers that became friends, or even family, I wonder how they're all doing today. 

Calling all Friends

Strawberry, sing to me about ice cream and chocolate, tell me that our love is better than anything you've ever tried.

Pineapple, remind me that you aren't all poisonous, that you can be sweet sometimes too. Show me that the spikes are supposed to protect those of us in your heart not to purge us.

Stringbean, let me know you're alright where you are, that things are looking up, or at least that you have not yet forgotten about me.

Artist, paint your world out for me, let me see where you are so I can map the quickest road to you.

Leprechaun, share your luck and spread your wealth among us, please.

Someone do something.

Anything.

So I'm not so alone.