You came to me Every Saturday, Tweeting your sweet songs of love. I knew every word, And could sing the song back If you’d ever asked. years later, you’re asking- But We've both forgotten the tune.

I miss you, deeply Like children miss the sting Of a friendly bee Sincerely, now I miss you like dried up wood Misses a fire Honestly, I do Like cats miss the groping hands Of touchy toddlers I admit, I think I must miss you somewhat more Than my cold last week It is weird, … Continue reading Missing You

You speak to me of memories, My youngest form standing at a fence Yelling “Pedal, pedal, pedal” As the cyclists rode by On your dreams, as if to tell me that these thoughts are fond to you. My youngest form is black with forgotten troubles, Like that day You went outside And never Came Back … Continue reading Fond Memories

I met your fiance today- She talked about how You would never leave her family... Does she know about the 5 other children, or the 3 other women, Who believed the same thing? It tore me to pieces, Knowing they think you love them More than you ever loved us.