Early Monday afternoon, just after the kindergarten kids make their escape from school, a park sits silent and empty. Colorful oversized tubes, and slides connected by brightly painted metal bars, steps and bridges. Today Anna would make it across the monkey bars by herself. And Alex would slide down the firemen pole without being afraid. John would fall and scrape his knee, and wouldn’t cry this time. The tallest tower would be become Jamie’s castle. And the underside of the stairs would turn into Kevin’s own cave.
The park was minutes from all this. Another hour and the sounds of laughter would echo between the homes of t
It's strange how much more I love you as you sleep.
The way I wonder what you dream;
The secrets your inner thoughts may keep.
It's in this moment I find the friend I once did love.
And remember the once guardian who fell from above.
I wonder why the who you were has left.
Leaving me with what was;
And only a silhouette.
Sometimes I wonder if it's me;
Did you love something before,
That now you cannot see?
Maybe I was naive after all to think that I
Was any different from my parents, who's love did die.
I should have known better than to risk it all;
I've learned from life that when you fly, you fall.
Keep dreaming, sleeper; sleep.
And d
He does not hear the way my heart
Stalls and stops at the sound of his voice.
Nor capture the moment it implodes
Within the confines of his perfect words .
He cannot grasp that my thoughts scatter
When he looks to read them from my mind.
Nor comprehend that I enjoy the very taste of his name
As my tongue moves to shape it.
He does not see the world around me still
At the sight of his smile.
Nor feel the calm in the air
As I gaze into the depths of eyes.
He cannot fathom the ache inside my heart
As I dream of his presence.
Nor understand the complexity
Of my undying devotion.
He does not know my blood boils
At the thought of his sk