I do not have a closet full of mourning clothes I have never inked the names of my dead on my tender forearms in solemn
Tag: Loss
You
your eyes are sometimes all I can think of when I lie here alone at night in the bed we used to share I remember
The Affair
I rediscovered this bit of verse today that I wrote back in 2016. It was inspired by a piece of fiction I had wrote that
The Daily Song: Falling Slowly Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
Falling Slowly is simply one of the most beautiful– and most melancholy– love songs ever written. It makes my heart ache and the hair
Silver Bullets
you are scars sculptured onto my soul black ink memory etched into my skin silver bullets shot from a high–powered rifle penetrating my flesh embedding
All That is Left
aching sadness feels like drifting like falling like tumbling iridescent tear drops well up phantom pain for other hearts I used to hold afloat ©
Pinprick of Loss
the loss of you punctured the night sky like tiny pinpricks on a black canvas covering the moon from view allowing only the smallest rays
Ephemeral
I am but a wanderer passing through slivers of place of time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like late summer berries like seed pods
The Little Stranger – Christine E. Ray
we came to forget hoping distance time could ease our grief fewer reminders around us of what was lost to stop us dead in our
