They were cooking,
for their parents and children...

She breathed the words
that overwhelmed me...

She's the fabric
of my universe...

Each time she said
"I Love You...

I want to scream,
So loud...

I went to church
and sobbed, the echo's...

Lonliness is bearing down
dark, hollow and relentless...

I thought I knew Hell,
Although I really...

There will be no one
There when I die...

There's something
in the finality of it...

I sat by the wishing well
tossing coins from my soul...

I wonder if she knew. . .
That it felt like being tortured...