The Choice is Mine

He knocks at my door. Piercing eyes meet mine.  With a quick grin he greets me and reminds me what I deserve, what I’ve worked so hard for.  He knows what I really meant and how I’ve been misunderstood.  He shows me what I’m entitled to, and reminds me that I don’t have it.  I…

Another Funeral

2 years ago, I would have had a list of things I thought I should tell you to do that matter. I don’t have that list anymore. I don’t think that’s how it works.