the woman i thought i knew

looking back upon the woman I thought I knew – now, the secret storm pours in around the edges her hidden sorrowing seas   (“the woman i thought i knew” – 7-5-2015)

myriade

myriad, her names we joined together fiercely the many of her and the almost one of me and manifold was our grief

freckles

i yet see her face with its freckles uncounted that she often hid and i hope for her much peace and grace to soothe her spirit

in garden whispers

always of sorrow she spoke in garden whispers biochemistry the borderline of regret desire in many faces