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Do You Know

Love is a wondrous thing.

Did you know When our eyes met Where this Would lead? ❤️ Did you know Our first dance Would last Past midnight? ❤️ Did you know The love I found In your eyes Awakened me? ❤️ Did you know Our hearts Were set aflame Blended as one? ❤️ Did you know Walking u...

Unwanted Memories - Pt. 2

Adjusting to our new normal

Beth and I were distant for the next few weeks. Not in a cool, uncaring way, but still giving each other more space than we had before. That was difficult at times; she couldn’t drive, and it was possible she’d never be cleared for it again. I wasn’t supp...

Shouldering the Burden

A wife confesses; her husband already knows.

Marge was sitting at the small table, looking out the window and wringing her hands together. Her eyes were moist; not full of tears, not yet, but right on the verge. When she heard me enter, though, the first one slid down her cheek. “Charlie, baby. We n...

Couldn’t, Wouldn’t, Shouldn’t.

“She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.” – Nikki Rowe

Finally, my dad nodded to the undertaker who started the conveyor. “Annie?” he had asked. I just couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't. Bloody typical, Sarah would’ve thought. “Brian?” Sarah’s father, again cervical cancer’s bitch, had also shaken his head; a sto...

Blind To It All

All things may not be as we think they are. Can a long love survive a short betrayal.

It was just after dark when I pulled into my driveway. I thought it was odd that the house was dark. It was a school night, so my kids would have homework, and Claudia would have dinner ready. I had a quick one-day trip to complete and sign a big contract...

First And Last

A young affair is resurrected

I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my...

My lines were smooth and clean back then.A careful paint, a cunning bra, a well cut shift,I could pass and raise a tempted brow. You needed no such subterfuge, my lovely beaux.So handsome and strong, you made women weep,thinking they should have my place....

One last time

Always be mine...

By your bed, I stand and stare, wondering if you’re aware. In my hands I hold a card, buying it had been so hard. Beneath your eyelids I see pulses, then awakening, fluttering lashes. You blink: one, two, three and now I know you see me. Your tongue pokes...

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