My suicide was reported with no reason but you know the truth

My written words are in an unknown battle with your unspoken thoughts and since neither are…

I am not glad that you are gone (have left) but I am thankful that while…

There is a box in your basement or attic (or in last week’s trash) overfilled with…

My head echoing with the roar of silent flashbacks (of us) makes me wish and pray…

The chance for to have and to hold became she loves me she loves me not…

they had to be quiet for a while and let it all soak in because as…

sunday was jeans and sneakers and gloves and parkas which not only came in handy on…

His heart rate increased, and the sweat of his palms mixed with the condensation of the…