Heavy Eyes

My eyes get heavy as I pause and think.

Un Titere

I must cut the lines with a knife
and purge a part of you from my life

No one knows why grief can be ginormously brief

I wonder, what have your critters taught you?

I met a man with one hand in a land between two rivers.

Where would we be without the written word?

I still feel it, deep in my soul; can’t fight it, can't deny it; trying to hide it but it takes its toll.