Broken into milestones,
the things you've done in life...

Everyone seeming to push me,
where I don't want to go...

She swept into the room,
the epitome of grace...

Sitting at the table. Coffee cup in hand.
Listening to rainfall, gracefull as it lands...

When do we cross the line,
of drawing much to close...

Erasing a memory.
Silencing a fear...

Just seconds away from spilling my story,
just seconds away from telling you all...

Take mental pictures.
Laugh til you cry...

Sitting on the edge
Using imagination...

The silence takes my breath away.
I need to hear your voice...

Wating for the words to come,
the ones to end my grief...

Clouded by emotion,
blinded by her mind...