Widow

"He was there. His dark skin, Grey hair, Standing inside the church steps. I felt his eyes follow me, The food in my hand. And I saw his worn shoes approach me--- The Black Homeless Man. 'Ma'am, pard..."

"It's not meant to be understood, Or touched, Or scrutinized. But to be recognized, And beautiful, Symplistic. The feeling, Of being in a large room, Looking at one painting. The feeling of sharing t..."

"I could feel the cool wind against my neck as I stepped out of the two story house.I saw his green Honda Civic (such a nice family car) pulling into the drive away.My bags in tow, I stepped off the po..."

"He had the soul of an eagle, Flying away from all of us. He was different and lonely, But somewhat the same, Wishing to be loved. On a rainy eve in October, He stepped into the night, With his revolv..."

"Am I not beautiful to you anymore? Just a woman on the street, Wearing a nice perfume, Bur ordinary. I want to shine, Like the star you once gazed at, Claiming your undying love for me, And blind you..."

"Like yesterday, When we walked together in the rain, And I could feel your heart beat, When I laid my head on your chest, And I didn't hear that old pain. Have I told you recently how I feel? I somet..."