they say the pain gets easier. i disagree. it's always there. 

there is always a piece of sadness that stays with you, 

in your heart.......

forever. 

have you ever gone back to the wall in asheville?

i did. 

sweet sorrow.....

they painted over my love in plain, boring white paint. 

the memory of her is always there. 

i stood and remembered her as tears from those memories poured down my face. 

it all gets put away...

hidden.....

kept in that secret place where memories of lost lovers stay. 
what can we do? accept it? cherish it? 

i say mourn it. 

wonder what would've been. 

what could've been. 

what should've been. 

what would've been.

the poet's heart is dark and miserable.

it can't be any other way. 

we thrive on the pain. 

we live in the pain. 

it's what makes us feel alive.

live in the now she says......

how can i when all i want is to remember us when we were

happy and free and loved each other like no other. 

remember standing on that wall? 

screaming from the depths of our souls.....

our young, innocent and unassuming souls.

love was but a dream then.

years later i felt that love that

had long since faded. 

and love shined on us and your blue eyes

sparkled in the sun. 

but that is all a distant memory now. 

and yet, here i stay with you. beside you. 

loving you from afar. 

hoping you'll come back to me

and fill me up with the joy and love 

that encompasses our souls.