#19 - Sister, Remembered...
In which I pretend to be young and free…. Chicago, 2011 #Throwback #Missed
Dee
The Sadness in Her Eyes
The sadness in her eyes breaks me, Willing me to reach across the breach of hurt; To hold her hand and tell her it was all a dream. The painful lustre in her eyes, As they glistened in the candle light that night Would draw me into granting a reprieve that is not mine. She seeks a place to leave her wish. Where, at the feet of a gentle wizened priest, She can be relieved of a flagrant breach, a love once spurned. ...