Years
By: Karen Hecht Springer
March 1, 2016
All the years
Those sweet, short words
Coming in spurts
Better than the smell of newly fallen rain
Jerking my heartstrings
To know you’re there
Too near but not near enough
One word can shatter dreams
Silence being the biggest word of all
Dominating with his brother doubt
Making me lose faith
Succumbing to the bitter enemy called what if
Launching tactical operative anxiety
When I told you everything
When I used the power of long narrative
When I gave in to
All the years
Regis
Ron
At least you can perhaps start dealing with whatever the problem(s) are if you know where to start but silence is a killer.
Dan
Love ya!
Jane