The thunder and lightning have returned, and you still aren’t here. It seems like every time there was a storm I stared out of the window waiting for you to come home. This is the last storm that I will think about you. There is no thunder left in me to miss you. There is…
Category: Life as a Divorcée
unpublished love
unpublished love comes to me like a cloudy vision that sounds like distant church bells* that wake me from sleep unpublished love is why i toss and turn because it whispers my name and then vanishes unpublished love lights the night sky with the brightest stars to remind us unpublished love waits for me at…
arlisann 