Little Warm Fingers

Thou shall not suffer you to pass. Memories lodged in the deepest recesses of me. Good night sweetheart; please keep me warm. I miss you.

Space Left For You

The gap you left, tears have filled.

Four Days From Monday

The fourth day. Four of the longest days have passed, with little respite. The disconsolate man, seemingly mired in the darkness that is his abyss, clutches at sand, still deeply entrenched in the memories of yesteryear. Tomorrow will arrive, but tomorrow is now just another day.

And The Wonder Of It All Is That You Just Don't Realize How Much I Love You

I miss you. And with these three words there was more meaning to continue pining for you.

Hasta La Vista Baby

It felt like forever and a day. The last moments were a poignant reminder of what it once was. And if only. If only.

Holler That

Screaming is masochism to self.

One Two Three, Engage!

Buccaneering through the high seas of everyday. Fool's gold is still gold.