People hide the truth because they’re afraid.
I know what it’s like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.
She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she’d checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.
In another place, in another time, she would have felt the majesty of the beauty around her, but as she stood on the beach, she realized that she didn’t feel anything at all. In a way, she felt as if she weren’t really here, as if the whole thing was nothing but a dream.
As I write, I am struggling with the ghost of someone I loved and lost. I now understand more fully the difficulties you were going through, and I realize how painful it must have been for you to move on.
Sometimes my grief is overwhelming, and even though I understand that we will never see each other again, there is a part of me that wants to hold on to you forever.
I don’t know if spirits do indeed roam the world, but even if they do, I will sense your presence everywhere. When I listen to the ocean, it will be your whispers; when I see a dazzling sunset, it will be your image in the sky.
If hers are the stars in the nighttime sky, mine are the haunted empty spaces in between.
And when her eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock.
She laughed, and the sound was so melodic that I knew I wanted to hear it again.
I’m not saying it because I’m sweet. I’m saying it because I love you now and I always have. More than you can imagine.
What happens if a car comes? We die.
Poets knew that isolation in nature, far from people and things man-made, was good for the soul, and he’d always identified with poets.
He was from a different class, too poor, and they would never approve if their daughter became serious with someone like him.
America was in full swing now, all the papers said so, and people were rushing forward, leaving behind the horrors of war. She understood the reasons, but they were rushing, like Lon, toward long hours and profits, neglecting the things that brought beauty to the world.
Who do you think it was that brought the bottle to her?
I found that as I flipped the days on the calendar, the worries I had about our relationship had began to diminish.
If Alex has chosen you, then I want you to believe that I have chosen you as well.
Even though he was here, she couldn’t quite process it. She squeered her eyes shut before opening them again. Yep, still there. Amazing.
Constellations shine with light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life’s mysteries. But there is nothing.