A Memory

We were laying on your floor - I don't remember how we got there. Both on our sides...looking at each other. It was the first night that we had spent together...and you said, "Your eyes won't let me go" ... so we just looked. And your smell was intoxicating me - I felt like I was thirteen...I could feel the dust in my face and the smell of the country wrapped inside of the memory. Then our lips touched...and we just held it there - feeling the exchange of energy.

The little things

Opening the door like you did...the time I met you for lunch and there was my salad...just the way i liked it...you had been waiting so patiently. And the look on your face when I pulled up that day - driving back a day early to surprise you and the kids...

I don't know why I stopped it - but you're gone now.

Fairfield holds your energy - being here forces me to be present to it

I want to run away - I want to deny this loss

Did I dream this belief? Or did I believe this dream?
Now I can't find relief - I grieve