Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Life is a journey
To each their own.
Death, an adventure
As yet unknown.

Friday, 23 October 2015

Dust returned to dust.
Brokenness that

I want to feel,
Never again.

Saturday, 17 October 2015

Home to House

The empty shell that was
Once your home;
Now a shadow,
Across the scar in my being
When you left...
But a house.

My memories serve me no comfort
As I remember. 
The hope taking little pain away 
As I wait.

We go on, 
But you went on.

Tuesday, 13 October 2015


We are each on a path,
That no other may tread for us.
None other may walk beside us.
Except for the brief moments
That we are allowed
To accompany each other.

And in those moments
We find
Who we are;
Who we want to be;
Who we ought to be.

And yet,
Always Incomplete.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015