...the answer is not in the damn blank page - it's in the days or years before and you have to dredge it up - exhume the past again ...

...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

...spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ...

...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...

...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ...

...thinking about laughing with 2 yr old Findlay today - Dostoyevsky was right, “The soul is healed by being with children.” ...

...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair...