The Color of Your Sadness

The Color of Your Sadness There is a color to your sadnessbut it flies away on a moanthat barely escapes your lips and I am bereft of knowledge,a child of a man, a morsel of a grainof sand on a strand of angel hair, as remote a chance as that seems,treading where others fain toContinue reading “The Color of Your Sadness”

Vanishing Act

She had almost disappearedby the time I found her—all that was left was a hand. “Weren’t you going to saygoodbye?” I asked, hopingshe could hear me this time. “I thought about it,” she saidfrom the secret place she goes(I think) entirely too often. I grabbed for her hand too late,and she was gone, dooming metoContinue reading “Vanishing Act”