Reading Dog Eared Love Letters

Reading dog eared love lettersSmelling of her French perfumeLonging to be with her againClinging to memories, I consumeThe candlelight quietly fadingThe only sound is my pen’s scratchScribbling missives & shantiesAcknowledged beauty, she’s quite the catch

Brokenhearted On A Monday Afternoon

Brokenhearted on a Monday afternoonMourning the loss of a piece of my heartThe giant, jerk dog was always thereThis can’t be the end; merely the startI never got a chance to truly say goodbyeFor I never believed you’d be goneThat you’d bounce back, like you always didBut always isn’t now & I can’t move onIContinue reading “Brokenhearted On A Monday Afternoon”