
the rain has that taste
streets black even at morning
my longing heart slows

I tried again today as I have tried so many times since the last heartstring that bound us severed. For a split-second, I got to hear your voice. For a split-second, I thought you would listen to mine. It was the longest pause yet…trust me, I know.
So, Ashton, I guess it’s another “Happy Birthday” sent off into the universe with all my love. Maybe it will find the world I’ve lost and help return it to me.
– Dad xoxo
I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.

You were already dead to me.
Your heart is like a dream. Once I awaken, everything disappears.
We played and played. Dad, at your service, what game shall we play next? You couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you…that afternoon, together.
“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” – Mark Twain