The Fall Cannot Be Weighed

When a heart loves deep and gives more than it believed it had, if it ends, the fall cannot be weighed.The dreams and the happiest times don't die, without violently being laid to rest one moment and song at a time.Does time give place to joy for those times two felt alive?  Because now they are painted with a paradigm of loss.The more I contemplate…

Simply a Season

Fine is the line between fighting for and forcing.  The latter knows not love.How does one let her go, but not hope for a future, for an epiphany?How can two people love so intensely, but still come to the fork in the road?How can a chain still mask itself in "not being tied down"?The days…