Unsaid

Some things are best left unsaid. The secret in an eye, The comfort of a bed. The blueness of the sky, The silence of the dead. The wind that never blew, The chimes that sang our song. The moon and pearls of dew, The ways that we belong. Laughter and poignant sighs, Questions of what… Continue reading Unsaid

Marriage

A thousand lists of groceries, A bank form roughly filled, Folded laundry, forgotten keys, A patty neatly grilled. Making the bed, feeding the cat, Reminding end to end, And yet wanting to do all that – That is marriage, my friend. – September 2016