A short story about the death of an old women in a rickety, old house.

A poem by Francis Day.

Blues song.

I write this poem for our dear friend, so you may know that no matter what happens in life, you’re never alone. Know that you are very special to Marie and me.

General feeling.

Once scarred, the damage never disappears.

A sense of feeling trapped and helpless..

I miss u then, now you are as cold as ice, and it sucks because I guess what they say is true; that every guy is the same.

After the thunder comes the calm.

A poem about getting older.