He doesn’t know the depth to which I can sink.
He’s not privy to shower sobbing sessions,
has only witnessed the tears I’ve allowed him to see. 266 more words
So here in New York, it’s February and nearing 70 degrees. I hesitate to celebrate unabashedly as this beautiful weather is probably linked to global warming and this may (or may not) be the beginning of the end. 245 more words