06092019

Dearest Father, I must confess the eternal emptiness since your passing. A year has faded in events that I find difficulty in comprehension. People swore it'd get better, but just as interest compounds, so does hurt. My memory cannot allow me to forget the unresolved matters and move onward. Our final words, my abrupt goodbye, … Continue reading 06092019

Train to Ladywell

What crossroad am I approaching? London Bridge towards the National Rail Southeastern train surely.  Are my considerations haunting me? I can hear foolish gossip.  The wick on a wax candle burns until its finale. Am I at my wicks end-- setting fire to the paper airplanes circling Westminster? Another train passes by.  “This one yours?” asked the middle-aged conductor. “No,” I … Continue reading Train to Ladywell