love · poetry

To miss a thing you may have lost. 

Rocking. Forward, backward. Forward again. Back again. Hair flows onto my face, brushing my cheek. And I rock. Forward. Backward. It's rhythmic. But I am not soothed.  Clutching. Holding. Clutching a pillow to my chest. Holding it. Digging into it. Clutching and rocking back and forth, back and forth, as the hair falls into my… Continue reading To miss a thing you may have lost. 

domestic violence · husband · love

I tried to save him, but in the end it wasn’t up to me to save him. He has to save himself. 

I was sad today thinking about him. I don't know. I guess I was having a day full of moments of weakness where I missed him. But tonight, as I lay our children down to sleep, I realized I miss someone who was never really there.  I tried so hard to save him from himself.… Continue reading I tried to save him, but in the end it wasn’t up to me to save him. He has to save himself.