The Forgetful

My searching hands were left bare by the naked bed which bear no one but me. Sighing, I know the drill I get out of our blanket-made hill to find he. Welcoming sunrise kisses my just opened eyes, the noise of the road whispers cluttered sighs, there is he. Hugging his guitar, plucking eloquently, as… Continue reading The Forgetful

The Third Room

"Third room on your left." That’s the nurse’s dialogue whenever she sees me. Maybe I’m too handsome to be forgotten? Or do I look to old to remember anything? Her brown eyes’re watery. I recognize them--- tears of pity. Though I am not sure if those are for you, or for me. They're for us,… Continue reading The Third Room