If all I had was tomorrow,
I'd have him in it.
There's no future with him.
Only now.
So, today is where I leave him.
Tomorrow.
And Before I Forget..
Rochelle's Prose & Vignettes
Monday, June 29, 2015
Monday, February 18, 2013
That Moment
The moment catches you by surprise.
You're sitting next to him talking about everything
..and nothing.
He casually brushes your hair out of your eyes
and gives you his last bite of ice cream.
His eyes sparkle.
And suddenly you know.
So you blink and look away, not wanting him to see.
Not now.
Not yet.
You're sitting next to him talking about everything
..and nothing.
He casually brushes your hair out of your eyes
and gives you his last bite of ice cream.
His eyes sparkle.
And suddenly you know.
So you blink and look away, not wanting him to see.
Not now.
Not yet.
Choices
We are defined by the paths that we choose.
And love is one of the most defining choices we make.
And love is one of the most defining choices we make.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Remembering
It's as if it never happened.
And every day moves forward like the last.
Except for the low ache in my chest that reminds me.
And I - alone - recount the moment.
As if it never happened.
And every day moves forward like the last.
Except for the low ache in my chest that reminds me.
And I - alone - recount the moment.
As if it never happened.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
One Night
When intimacies are left
without acknowledgment,
all value is lost.
Even more so for the one
who gave apart of himself
in the exchange.
without acknowledgment,
all value is lost.
Even more so for the one
who gave apart of himself
in the exchange.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Sorry
I love her
but I am sorry for her.
She doesn't see what's real.
Or she won't.
Either way,
it'll be the end of her one day.
And I will be sorrier still.
but I am sorry for her.
She doesn't see what's real.
Or she won't.
Either way,
it'll be the end of her one day.
And I will be sorrier still.
Monday, September 10, 2012
A Spring Day
Parked under a tree
My feet on his dashboard
Warm breeze through the windows
The sun shining in.
Spoon fed Gelato
A comfortable quiet
New spark to his dark eyes
A cold creamy kiss.
My feet on his dashboard
Warm breeze through the windows
The sun shining in.
Spoon fed Gelato
A comfortable quiet
New spark to his dark eyes
A cold creamy kiss.
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