Wounds have ripped deep into fabric of time,
and faded memories to dust not worth a dime.
Pictures, all that remains of

SHE LOVED HIM

She loved him when he took her for a drive.

She loved how he made her feel so alive.

She loved the places

A WONDROUS THING:

What began as physical attraction

soon wove a path

into the very marrow of our being

into our souls,

our

Two nightshades off of a plumb,
A couple of bubbles on the square.
Falling in love is a bit like that.
No room for anything