Washed-Away

When the sun’s set and one can see the early streaks of a dusk sky, I sit on on my porch and listen to the rain as it falls around my dry self. The air gets that washed-away scent as if all the smells that were there previous have been erased. Like a canvas that…

A Drifting Image

I wonder, from time to time, If I still happen to cross your mind? Because I have not forgotten you, and in my head your face often comes to view. Every time I hear the sirens in my city, I hope that no harm has come to you, pretty. And that would seem a foolish…

The Jar On The Highest Shelf

My love is only for you and no one else, so when you gave it back- I put it in a jar on my highest shelf. I’d look at it each day and admire what we had, and when I thought of the happy times I was never too sad. But every now and again,…

L O V E

How could one ever put a definition to love? We think of things like roses, hearts, a flock of white doves, Fancy dinners, fine wines- but they don’t define a thing. And love isn’t always solidified by a hand with a ring. But that feeling you get, known only to you- when nothing can be…

Closure – A Short Story

It hadn’t been long at all really, I think around two weeks. But here it had finally come- the day I’ve been dreading that entire time. I sluggishly stopped the alarm on my phone and attempted to sit up in my bed. I remembered reading something once that once you sit up in bed you…

With You

And still I go back at times to that unknown place. Where it seems time is lost in a swirl of memories. I see the good times and the bad. I feel the emotions as if I were there and shake with the vivideness of what was. And mixed in with the joyous happiness I…

The Creek

Slish, slosh, through the creek, my favorite place I’d always seek. To sit and listen in the Spring, to all of nature’s beautiful things. And in the Summer it felt so cool, I’d take the creek over any pool. In the Fall the leaves would change in color- and fall in the water- a sight…