The cold familiar chill of November mornings now comes with despondent wakings Sleepless nights on cold gray sheets of stone Tired lovesick limbs reaching for home. Thoughts spoken in solemnity to the dark. Oh how these nights they go leaving a yearning in my...

It Is Not For You

It Is Not For You

It is not for you that I mourn. It is not for you that I am in attendance. It is for your companion. Who rests in their grief-laden box. Memories, stories recanted as if from yesteryears. Speech about love, compassion, and endearment. These are words that were spoken,...