Good days

I have good days and bad days... and sometimes they're the same day.

bittersweet

the first rose of the year... everything is moving on and carrying me along too. Holding on isn't working... running away isn't working...

lat & long

You are there and I am here
I can hear you and see you, but I cannot feel you.

Not the lightest touch of your hand on my arm.
Not the breath of your whisper in my ear.
Not your arm draped across me in the night.
Not your hands tilting my face to meet your kiss.