That day will come.

A poem of moving on from a past love.

Ex lovers secretly reunite on a hot afternoon. Written 11/8/05.

Written for a man who lost his "right hand", his precious wife, in death.

I wrote this for a friend, when his mom died of cancer, March 19th, 2010.

When in the middle of an arguement, you just want your hearts to reunite and it be over.

You cannot switch off your mind from thinking.

Fate has it’s own set path for you.

There are some people you definately want to see in the next life because time on this earth with them is just not enough.

Absence can seem like torture.