Some ghosts are not dead but are whispers in the wind from the one we lost saying, "Come find me again."
There's an emotion rising in my eyes, a catch in my throat, a whisper I cannot shake found in these halls where I connect too much with your ghost, a figment really of a girl on a beach, toes in the sand and that smile I remember most, among so many senses I cannot forget. … Continue reading A Catch in My Throat
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And before I die I assure you I'll cry over that first kiss, denied and deprived over many oceans and beyond anyone's notion of what could have been, preventing what should have been. I suppose it all comes to its destined end, despite our legacies, our family, our friends. For the heart wants what it … Continue reading Denied and Deprived