8AM Sunday8AM SundayI wake at eight am and hear the thunder roll across the horizon and I think of you. "What are you doing now? Where are you? How are you? Are you all right?" And I listen to the thunder, hoping it can tell me the answer, because I cannot turn the computer on to ask you. The computer is never on during a thunderstorm.But no answers come from the rolling thunder, so I lie in doubt, but have to be certain that you are all right and so I imagine your arms coming around me and we lie together listening to the thunder and I know that you are okay, because now you are with me and no harm can come to either of us.And shortly after I am asleep again, with your supportive arms around me, giving me comfort and warmth in the chill morning.
A World ApartA World ApartA smile, which cannot be seen,A hug that is not felt,Voices cross the distance,Forgetting the size of the World.
The MomentThe MomentA blinding momentYou broke down the darkest wallGave me back my life