What We Have Left

The first time your heart shatters, you become one woman or another. The first can only ever love the broken after that. She sees damage as her canvas, and she spends the rest of her life trying to make it beautiful. Cobbling together the lost and fragmented, soothing their sadness and their grief. She createsContinue reading “What We Have Left”

What he felt about me

He answered. Valued. Understood. When I asked him what he felt about me. He said so many tiny things I somehow made bigger. If I were to lay these little words out now you’d no doubt see – sooner than me – how little he ever saw of me. See how I clung for years toContinue reading “What he felt about me”

What she is seeking

“For her part [she] needs to begin to curb her angry outbursts – – not because they are unjustified, but because they will not give her what she is really seeking. Anger may make her feel more powerful, temporarily. However, psychologist Steven Stosny observes that that “if loss of power was the problem in intimateContinue reading “What she is seeking”

Next Year … Some Year (this year)

Millay was right when she said they all have lied. There hasn’t been any day, in any week, in any month – not a single day since then. I would take just one – a series of 24 successive hours where you don’t invade my heart thoughts. A solid sleep, a quiet morning, an inconsequential afternoon. AnContinue reading “Next Year … Some Year (this year)”