Once We Loved

How I loved, and how we loved, but alas, fires unfed grow cold and die. Would that I'd a diamond for each tear I've cried, or time I caught another's eye.

My Truth About Love

My job was hardly a love affair. I wasn’t a rat in a maze of identical cubicles, but then neither was I an artist. Instead, I destroyed what I loved most.

Come To Me

I say your name, hoping it will start the flow of words I so desperately wish to put on this page. Yet once the sound has passed my lips, there is nothing. Only an empty room.