Summer 2007

Letting go

the love, passion

delirium, releasing

time and time again.

Purging and cleansing

shadows of stubborn moments

stained and ingrained

with recklessness.

We never looked back

that final time

never properly said

our proper goodbyes.

Just headed north and south

letting State boundaries

divide us.

Always the letting go

over and over

the letting go and witnessing

constant impossibility.

Love binds. Divided lives

nevertheless lived alongside

like two young children

walking the woods and

dreaming of slaying dragons.

Reviews

[Hyacinth]

Utterly splendid. I love your flow of words. Please never stop writing, you have a new fan!

[Elise Anton]

I am humbled, thank you.