Posted in Love


You were here again,

as angry and distant as ever.

You crossed the worlds

to see me

but you speak not a word.

Your handsome face

is marred by the scowl

that is your permanent expression…

with me.

You might think it tells me

what you wish to say,

but it only makes me wish

to run away to the place

that is safe

from the heartbreak

your hatred brings to me,

even in dreams.

There is no way to start over

until we meet again

in death…


I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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