I stayed awake to see the first sun rise without...
how else would I be sure another day existed...

Grief does not knock.
It shoulders the door...

A long time ago, I lived alone
Days I could hardly pay my rent...

Glass walls press
In the telephone booth...

There you were,
Inanimate...

I slump over in bed
Onboard a train in Thailand...

Fading into dawn, I never promised to forget you
So when the wheels turn, you will find my love...

My typewriter is my instrument.
Hear me banging furiously...

In a world sinister and bleak,
Loneliness finds me contemplating...

Grief, an unwelcome guest,
arrives unannounced, heavy-footed...

You and me....
....Meant to be...

Delving deep, a shallow place
Nothingness wraps her arms...