Remembering Stories
Remembrance
Did it really happen if nobody remembers it?Do you remember our first night? When you hold me in your arms so tight, Even though the moon wasn't bright, It was the only place where I felt right. Do you remember my scent? And I do miss your accent, I still remember the day you went. When you left, w...
Sonnet To a Friend
In memory of my dear friend, que descanse en paz.I thought I saw ‘the one who left too soon’. (I call him that to separate my thoughts, Of those amongst the living with his name.) He spoke but once, inquiring of my life, Just like him, to think of others first, And not to tire the listener with himself,...
Solace For A Soldier
He promised he’d return; she promised she’d be with him in Spirit.Their last kiss was laced with a passion meant to linger and sustain. Then, he marched to war, head high, ignorant of the horrors ahead. When his eyes clenched to the red, she appeared in a yellow dress. Soft breasts pillowed his head in the hardened tren...
"Crete" - Chapter 11:- “Morning Ruminations”
The first talk of the day between the couple...I woke up at seven am, Ashley was still asleep next to me, but my first thoughts were of Sarah. Was she okay? I carefully extracted myself from Ashley’s arms and slipped on my boxers, followed by my shirt; then picked up the rest of my items. I felt tired...
Mrs. Peter Thornton
A woman ponders if she has had a nocturnal visit from her deceased soon-to-be husbandI'm sitting on the side of my bed. Remembering the day my future husband was killed. Thinking back, I can’t believe it has been a year. A year ago, I was three months short of becoming Mrs. Peter Thornton. But I am still Patricia Singleton and Patricia, P...
They tell me I'm dying, the white-coat boogie men. I close my eyes, letting their drip, drip, drip of consolation take me into revelry. The smell of crushed grass the morning we first made love. The field of wild spring flowers. The look on your parents'...
My Sleeping Lover
A young woman remembers last nightI love watching you sleep. Like a lioness in repose. Gently, quietly, I pull the sheet aside, and for a moment I can’t even breathe. I see the exquisite form of goddess before my eyes. Every time, your beauty takes my breath away. Every. Single. Time. Su...
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I saw you tonight In the reflection Of the moon You were staring at me Reminding me I belong with you I felt you tonight Reaching forward In a wave of truth As we were dancing Lost in our movements In a rhythm for two I cried for you this nigh...
Remember our Chats
He gains her trust, finally“Do you remember the nights we would chat, talking about our bucket lists, and getting to know one another?” “Yes, of course I do!” “Before my recliner steals you from me, as yours would, I want to plan on crossing as much off each of our lists, together....
Field of Memories
Working outside was a great way to remember what’s importantLounging in the poppy fields while writing my article was a very interesting idea. “Thank you for moving our office space outside today." Micheal responds lovingly, "No problem, my darling.” “I need to get this just right, I need to make sure no one forge...
I use my key on the lockRemembering our life togetherAs I go through my trinket boxThe box sits on my dresserA picture of our wedding dayI can feel the happiness sharedWe stood in the archwayIt's where our love was declaredI see jewelry that you gave to m...
Broken heart
Will she ever love again?For the first time in a long time She dreads the walk up to her room Usually, he is there to reassure her And hold her tight. But not tonight He made his choice To toss her aside And crush her Christmas wish. She looks around the room Remembering...
The Day She Went Away
Lost LoveCloudy DayCloudy DaysWalking aloneWondering now, where is home.A gentle mist shrouds my eyesHer face appears like visions out of the skiesRemembering how love that flourished now has diedI know how much I’ve cried. You can ask yourself whySilence is my on...