They have a name for me . . . . widowerAlone from all that was . . . . I existI have discarded dreams and been healed from hopeAs I watch fireplace sh..
They sound like boastsWhen I hear them nowThe words of when we wereWho we wereIn a time of wonderIn a garish flat in the Alps of the cityWith pillow g..
They gathered in the corners of my soulDark ashes of old happeningsDressed in embarrassment and shameOccasionally calling forth to be rememberedWhen p..
Without tasting your lipsOr holding your handMy only offering is wordsBut they are words of promisePromises weighing heavily on my heartI promise to r..
You always said the right thingAt the right momentAnd you could be incredibly funnyYour laughter like sleigh bells bouncing on silk.Being there, besid..