Once More, Darling
Did he imagine her? Or did she return for one more time?
Is there a better time than the dawn of darkness to sit at my desk and scribble my deepest, most heartfelt thoughts? That time of dusk without the light of the moon or stars. It’s times like these when her memory threatens to suffocate me, when the pain of her passing causes my heart to ache. Putting these feelings into words is cathartic most nights. But somehow, tonight is different; tonight, there is an unfamiliar ener...
