Monthly Archives: March 2015

Bells

As the sun peeked through the clouds, I thought of you. I thought of all the words said and every word never said.  I felt the hugs of comfort. I heard your voice tell me it was going to be … Continue reading

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Sesame Chicken – hold the sesame

“Time is precious but truth is more precious than time” – fortune cookie fortune

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The plague

Why am I plagued with waking at such odd hours? For extended periods of time? Every night I wake around 12:30am and I don’t fall back into sleep until about 3….ish. I don’t wake to get water, nor use the … Continue reading

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You

I think of you, not only when I’ve had a few drinks, not only when I dream, not only during those empty spots during the day, but I think of you

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Dreams

You are my dream although I’m awake. My eyes are open, I see the world. A dream from which I wake knowing I should’ve have stayed under the depth of the night so I could keep you – forever

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow comes often too soon as I have not finished today. Tomorrow comes with a new sun and new dreams. Tomorrow comes as I wait for new stones on which to step. Waiting for tomorrow although today is not over.

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Views

The view from here is lonely without you

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Who’s your partner?

A partner. What exactly is that? Who is that? The answer . . . it’s different for everyone. Supportive, sympathetic to my needs, a great listener (because I ❤ to talk), a talker (because I ❤ to listen). Open communication … Continue reading

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Awake

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Sand

Growing up in Maine, I remember driving to the lake where my grandparents lived. Feeling the cool water brushing against my feet, the sand between my toes was something I looked forward to each weekend. I learned to love the … Continue reading

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