I know you are sitting alone at home every night, afraid.  The few places outside of the safety of your home you relied on after

You start out with one small home.  There, you put the toughest memory of your life.   Your saddest story.  The one thing you cry about

They will grab your arm as you are walking down the street minding your own business.  They will yank it a little, not too much

I wish I could play the piano.  If I did I would find a special key for rejection.  And it would sound like a drumming

Who you become while you suffer a loss, is imperfect.  The personality that comes through when you are grieving will make plenty of mistakes.  It

Sometimes, witnessing everyone else’s life can confuse the witnessing of our own.   It can distort our view of our wants and needs.  Observing someone else’s

I don’t think others know.  They can’t see the depth.  The vastness.  It is the shock we feel when we visit the Grand Canyon for

It is the future that we are afraid of the most, when someone we love dies.  We are afraid of tomorrow.  Tomorrow becomes the most

I know you want to believe in a better decade.  One that won’t break your heart.  One that will only bring you joy and love. 

The ice-cold evening froze my feet as I was making my way to my 7:00pm appointment.  The grass was stiffened with snow bursts on it. 

I am afraid of a thousand things.  Afraid of losing love.  More people.  Moments that will never come back.  Experiences that I will never have