I forgot to mention.

[_neverletmedown]

Before he left, John left me two notes.

One in the book I'm reading, The Fiery Cross by Diana Gabaldon. (I recommend this to ANYONE!) It said "I will think of you every moment until we are together again."

The other, in the silverware drawer, it simply said " I love you."

That is why I married him.

Comments

Make friends with it.

[anonymous]

loneliness is still water in the heart
that seeps into the lungs and travels up the throat
into the desert of the eyes then down fiery cheeks
through tightened,downturned lips and past the neck,
tense, hunched shoulders,and to the chest(over the tattoo of my being),into the skin and back to the heart as still water once more.

loneliness is my chair,old, very broken in,it holds me up,
when others let me down.
it has binds,but they are not necessary most of the time,for I choose to sit here,
put my head on my chin and think.
my chair lets me be by myself in a crowd,
for while others stand,I just sit down.
sometimes my chair is a crutch
that I use when others hurt me,
or when I think they may.
my chair keeps me apart from pain.

loneliness is a thirst
for the water of companionship,
and depression's dear friend,
they often walk hand in hand,
not looking at each other,
just singing sad songs together.

Re: Make friends with it.

[_neverletmedown]

Who is this? That was so, honest.

Re: Make friends with it.

[anonymous]

A broke down old man who stumbled on to your page. Ironic you think that was honest when I was the biggest liar in history. I was just trying to share a thought with you. No harm intended.

Re: Make friends with it.

[_neverletmedown]

None taken. Feel free to comment anytime.