Love letter # 687 Was that you in the corner of the room? Is that why you kept looking across, your eyes seeming to invite connection? I rarely visit past haunts. They hold no attraction. Life moves in different orbits these days. Sometimes a few years will pass between returns. Each time the ghosts seem…

Love letter # 257 Yesterday, when you were standing next to me, it was obvious. Today, more so. The thing we had. The way we resonated. So deep and wordless. Yet still we walked away. We remember well the saw toothed grit that made the gears grind – the noise that drowned the song. The…