Our Tale

He was back. mysterious hovering at the edge conscientious she …

Enthralled

My heart was lost to the condemned beat of your …

We had to grow apartso that we could grow together …

It hasn’t even been a day, but I missed you. …

I love the smell of a typewriterat sunset in the …

In the shadow of late summer our love withered until …

Ink stained pages could never explainhow our love drained the …

A heart can drown in its ownbloodless sorrow sucked dry …

Recurring nightmares haunt me with happy images of a love …