When you hold my hand
I am strong
I can be anyone
you make me
better than I might have been,
As I watch the sun
begin to set
on this life
we hold each other
and I pray
my eyes close
He should be 6
His hand on the wall.
I put mine on it, checking to see the size difference.
It was the same as three years ago.
Somehow I always forget
thats once a child is gone, the things left behind
like he should have.
Everything remains empty
Just a Notification
My heart stops as I glance at my phone. One notification. I stare at it, unsure if I even want to check it. My heart races as I go against all my instincts and open it. But my heart breaks when I realize,
It's not from you.
Story Within a Story
The girl walked through the forest every day, always passing by a small, humble cottage. She’d peer through the windows, seeing a woman writing within. The woman scrawled away furiously, a story burning in her emerald eyes. Little did the girl know, she was the star of this unraveling tale.
She had an absolutely normal day, as for her own mind. But on the way to school she saw a homeless woman, and suddenly was wearing old soiled clothes, had an empty stomach, and a sense of insecurity in knowing that every important possesion was in an exposed, rusty cart.
I was breathless when I reached the end of the alley. Dim lights shadowed me as I looked over my shoulder, panting and shaking.
It was still there, right behind me.
I couldn’t outrun it.
I couldn’t hide from it.
My past followed me everywhere.
It always would.
She hid her secret for over 60 years. She continued on without anyone knowing how she really felt about him or why she only painted in watercolor. The night she went to tint the canvas with her confession, her heart missed a beat and the canvas fell to the floor.
"Hey, remember that money I lent you a month ago?"
"Yeah. I have it right here."
"That's not enough."
"What? 4.99 was the price!"
"I demand interest."
"I told you. All the money for drugs you take from me has interest."
"What do I need now?"
A New Love Will Come
The love of Katie’s life just got married. And now she was at her reception. Time to drink herself stupid.
Before she could, Trina called her over. Katie sighed, moving to stand behind the group of women on the dancefloor. Trina threw the bouquet.
It landed right into Katie’s arms.
We sat in his truck driving to, to who knows where. There was no conversation, as usual, just the hum of the engine and some annoying noise emanating from the radio. I looked over at him, and in that moment realized I had completely fallen out of love.