the first kiss... and its every echo/ in all the others come to me swimming upstream against each dream that brings you back to steal you again to depths, I remake with tears even now a year later. Each day has its own remembrance taunting as any ending that begs to be re written such as ours -it may be our destiny- that it still can be- in all the lives we’ve yet to live.
Thank you rpVerlaine. A friend of mine took her life a few weeks back, I had emailed her recently, congratulating her on her new jazz CD and that she was making it as a musician. She wrote back thanks! But a few days later, she was gone.
the first kiss... and its every echo/ in all the others come to me swimming upstream against each dream that brings you back to steal you again to depths, I remake with tears even now a year later. Each day has its own remembrance taunting as any ending that begs to be re written such as ours -it may be our destiny- that it still can be- in all the lives we’ve yet to live.
rpVerlaine 1 month ago
Thank you rpVerlaine. A friend of mine took her life a few weeks back, I had emailed her recently, congratulating her on her new jazz CD and that she was making it as a musician. She wrote back thanks! But a few days later, she was gone.
audadvnc 1 month ago
@audadvnc i am deeply sorry for your loss and can only say the thread that keeps
together what we hold dear- ssometimes unravels far too quickly and far too many cannot cope.
such a sad sad thing
rpVerlaine 1 month ago
To lose a friend who knew despair you could not allay is to know, yourself, that same despair. My condolences.
wickedenchanter 1 month ago
@wickedenchanter thankyou for the kind words...his pain was so great he left two beautiful young children behind wethout being able to think of them
rpVerlaine 1 month ago