The final page turns, The ink disappears in memory, A soft exhale hangs in the air, Like a sigh after the storm has passed. The burden of what was Lies lightly now, Not lost, But no...

  Is it bad that I miss the past?  I often find myself reminiscent  About a room, a person, a feeling  It seems like a previous life  The past makes me remember the previous  person,that ...

Old, Tattered, and Tethered, His hands work with ease and rhythm As they construct only beauty from the broken. They flow from part to tool, Solving the puzzle of perfection, But who knew...