Your death was such a great loss to us.

This morning I was thinking about the movie Gattaca and how my… anyway I was never good enough and the same goes for love. The Name Is The Word… sad that I have to hide my name, my heart, and even the real me because some words can’t be spoken, fate.

You went way before your time.

Everybody makes mistakes.

Our love has begun to fade.

I have no fight left in me.

You cannot hide from this.

You were far too concerned with other plans.

A poem addressing boredom.

All that he had, he gave to us…