Author: headgeek

A burst of Indian Summer. Warmth and golden glow before the sudden cold and early dark, a reflection of our love.

The days grow short, the nights cold. Oh how I wish for the times of old, Before all the lies had been told.

If I could turn back time more than an hour, more than a year to when you were still here, to before I knew the lies, to have a day, a week before hope died I would take it.

I still cry in the night, missing you. Tear the bed apart, reaching for you. Write line after line, craving you. Beat my breast for not saving you. Because in the end, I loved only you.

You lie. That’s all you know. I love that’s all I know. We are both sad we know.

Where is the woman I fell in love with? Gone, gone, like the smoke of the fire cold.

Everyone wears masks, even beyond Halloween. Yet you took your mask off and I fell in love with the darkness hidden behind the perfection.

I keep writing and writing, Hoping to express myself In a manner that means something To you.

You chase pleasure. I hunt treasure. We are not the same.