You have returned again from where I banished you deep inside my mind. One song is all it took one glance, just one look with half-opened eyes and I am lost again. Lost in a world of dreams where you and I wake together alive and free free of the pages we have torn from…

My Dad and I had this little ritual, if you can call it that. In the morning, (provided I wasn’t getting ready for school or otherwise frantically finishing homework), as he left for work I would walk him to the front door and see him off. I would give him a quick hug and a…

I find you in the tiniest things: that little box which has a little bottle of your aftershave.   I search you at the oddest places: that pine tree on the hill path that winds, turns into the clouds   I see you in the largest spaces: that laughing moonlit sky with one lone stray…

dreams die young cascading into dawn as thin wisps of morning slip through my fingers ghosts of the past

I have drunk enough of the night to lie awake as dawn creeps in as the fragrance of your breath and the soft lilt of your voice  curl their fingers through my hair  at the crossroad  where our paths once merged in the scent  of the setting moon in the song of dawn.   The…

It is dark, I reach for the light switch and find it does not work. I have the key in my hand. I fumble for the lock, open the door and enter. It is just as I expected, the furniture arranged neatly, the summer night fragrant and the curtains billowing in the wind. I smile…