Cavernous. This distance Between us. It wasn't always This way. The halls echo. The sound of silence Is deafening.
I remember sitting on a lounge chair in your backyard. Idle conversation. I watched every word I said, in order not to embarrass myself. It was early dusk on a spring evening. We talked until the sun slipped behind the cornfields surrounding your house, and the distant mountains were no longer visible. I was reluctant … Continue reading Remembering You (1990)
Walls of doubt enclose grey clouds of endless sorrows. Will it ever end? Or will I breathe forever the choking smoke of guilt?