Sunday, January 30, 2011
We two, with destinies molded by the hands of another, are held in the grips of a story that was not ours to write. Another place, another time and we may have fallen together, to face our autumn days as one. Though our stories are not sad ones, they are not the greatest ever told.
Friday, January 28, 2011
One glance at the broken glass and he knew, this is where she had been last night. Standing here and watching through the window as he kissed another woman. It had been stupid; he knew it then and now. The scattered shards reflected their relationship; both were so broken they could never be made right.