Dark stories, tales of whimsy and random brain droppings.

Twenty-Three Years In

It’s late at night and we lie in bed
Lost in thought, alone in mind
The heat of passion cooling soft
Drifting darkly, we are blind

We’re not the same as once we were
Kids all grown and moved away
A yawning void longing to be filled
Threatening to speed our love’s decay

Strange to each other and to ourselves
Fan the embers, kindle the flame
Time yet enough to imagine a life
Together our life to reclaim

Photo by Sam Felder

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