In Truth I Was Manufacturing A Brick

...he Was Leaving Me. I Wondered If I Should Stop Him. If I Should Wrestle Him To The Ground And Force Him To Love Me. I Wanted To Hold His Shoulders Down And Shout Into His Face.

Sadness Of Love Without Release.

Feathers Filled The Small Room. Our Laughter Kept The Feathers In The Air. I Thought About Birds. Could They Fly Is There Wasn't Someone, Somewhere, Laughing?

I Can Forgive You For Leaving, But Not For Coming Back.

Memories Are Small Prayers To God, If We Believed In That Sort Of Thing.