solitary, being alone when surrounded, mourning without tears, reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist
Is it the end? such a distance form what was the beginning security stood close moving safely one way avoiding corners unknown shadows selecting carefully common welcomes now a glove is missing from the hand I knew remembering the avenues we walked under curved boughs in all seasons speaking softly … More THAT’S IT
A stretch of clouds created for a brief moment a perfect opening a separation of white and gray a gift of silence revealing a distant blue ceiling mostly unnoticed as the clouds quietly reformed into a white flat unbroken carpet
Roger Singer 