As eldersWe sufferThe painOf our pasts
The deepest tastes will cling to what lingers.Grit. Memory.
If it’s in your email do you erase it, delete it, put it in the trash.? Does that really wipe…
You were the vision
Of that which I desired,
A single regret slips off her lips and past my defenses.
It was messy then and our reflections poor.
He always had that look of an accomplished artist, even at the age of 15, I remember. And that sparkle in his oceanic eyes, always fresh…