She stood at the kitchen window
Still her eyes looking out
Over the fields of wheat
Now clothed in concrete and stone
Salt-moist with the days… 123 more words
The other day I was talking to my sister on the phone and she commented that I sound different.
“I feel different” I responded.
I couldn’t quite figure out why I had felt different when just the week before I was drinking almost every night, not sleeping or eating well and feeling overwhelmingly bleck. 115 more words
The evenings are too long without work in the morning. I’m reading a lot, doing household chores and keeping myself from calling you. I still reach for the phone a hundred times a day smiling at the the little things that we would talk about, a silly license plate, another raccoon that didn’t make it to the side of the road, how the chuckle-heads at work were teasing you, a song from the past like England Dan and John Ford Coley’ “Nights Are Forever Without You”. 44 more words