May you recognize love in tears of sorrow.
Seventeen hours. Well, seventeen hours, fifteen minutes and thirty-three seconds, to be precise. No one else would note the time the police knocked at my door or the time I unknowingly said my final farewells. Not one person on the street would even know the police had been there. They arrived like thieves in theContinue reading “Seventeen Hours”
Oh, thou that makes me weep,
reminding me always,
that I had… (click on image to read)