Being Human

In a real human sense, I wonder if I would be missed. If suddenly I was no longer here, what would be said about me. I ask these questions internally because it seems to me that need for others to have you around when they are facing their own issues is greater than the return … Continue reading Being Human

Reminisce Over You

It's been 17 years and I still miss you. I find myself wanting to tell you things knowing I cannot pick up the phone and call you. I've wondered if that cold breeze I often feel behind my desk chair is you. Soon as it hit March 1st, my thoughts were on you. I … Continue reading Reminisce Over You