We have a chronic case of Right place, wrong time. Spending 12 years just missing each other. Just missing each other at the store, The bars downtown, The bed we used to share. Holding tight to the two years we got together.   I get…

  Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…