Yet to be..

this thought of you, it lingers writes it’s name upon my heart. Like a fingerprint on glass it leaves a trace of you that cradles my aching moments pulls my heart close and murmers  softly as it draws another memory to calm me. Your kiss upon my lips a sweet blush that traces and gracesContinue reading “Yet to be..”

Youth remembers.

I sit at the end of the dock and swing my feet while humming a merry tune my solitude complete my hands are sticky from the jelly sandwich I am eating and there is something of a grin emerging from my lips as I acknowledge the picture I must make superimposed in my head overContinue reading “Youth remembers.”