Damp

It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp

Rain

I can't imagine you here anymore, whether it be the passage of time or if I've purposely pushed you from my mind.   This place I call mine, a place we called ours.   Now I pick the flowers, wash and leave the dishes; plates standing tall, suds dripping down like a girl caught in … Continue reading Rain