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Dear Memory, I really didn’t ever forget to write you back. Years ago, I could imagine you walking the long stretch of gravel to your home, I watched you carefully rip open the side of the envelope to pull my yellow legal paper out – always folded three times, with your Dear, tucked away onContinue reading “A Letter For Her”
Oh, to have the freedom inside a dream, the one I seek every night, eyes close as I ponder having it seem some ability to wander might this be our destiny, to at least know our hearts can find each other in the darkest night, as a morning snow will give indication the changing seasonContinue reading “Oh, Would Wander”
I just watched the second hand cross the midnight hour, we’ve entered morning now, I’m awake, I haven’t any idea how to sleep with all that is happening inside my mind, piano solos in the background help me find some peace maybe a reflection of some kind. I have a soft heart easily bruisedContinue reading “Eyes Open Twilight”
I’d like her to know how familiar this time of year is to me. I wonder if it is for her, I would only be able to imagine those moments when we might both take a pause and suggest to one another life has similar nostalgia. The walks, the leaves turning. Standing in the gravelContinue reading “This Time of Year”