I’m already tired of funeral songs Only a few decades under my belt and yet I feel like I’ve seen too many funerals A few for the old but too many for the young and those near to me I wish I could hold tight…

When the world comes crashing down You know where I’ll be, We’ll have Irish scones And wash it down with some tea. How would you like your scones, my love- Jam? Clotted cream? I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love I hope it…

Long before our hearts met There was hidden camaraderie Between our eyes In shared laughter Stolen glances Inside jokes Hyperbolic hilarity Tempered with tangible truth  

DEATH TO SELF I see, hear and feel the truth, but it does not set me free. Rather, it pricks my heart with a finely cut dagger. I miss the you’s through out my life, all those I’ve had to say goodbye to. Why? Why…