midnights-eclipse

Touch 1: You don't know me, but you're pretty hard to miss.  You were sent to look for one of my friends, and stand next to me with your hand touching the back of my chair as you talk to her.  As you talk to us. Touch 2: We discover for the first time, from across the table, that we have some commonalities.  That we have some of the same stories to tell.  You don't know it, but you touched me then, too. Touch 3: You run into my classroom during Advisory and hug me from behind, tightly.  "I just saw you as I walked past," you say, "and was like, 'That's Kathleen!'"  You made the

           After giving it several minutes (ages) of thought, you told us that you'd perceived everything differently since your brother was born.  That ever since your parents had someone new to smother, you felt like you didn't matter.  And, perhaps that's true.           However, I know you better than that.  Make no mistake, no matter how much you cut me out (completely), I will always know you better than that.  I know that a dog bit you once, when you were little, and you have been afraid of every dog since then.  (Also that you petted my dog, because I asked you to.)  I know that the same holds true for rabbits.  I know that one bad

I am painfully aware at night of how alone I am; being that I sleep in a double bed, there is ample space beside me to serve as a cold reminder of this fact.  For this reason, I try to position myself as awkwardly as possible so as not to allow myself to believe someone- you- could perfectly warm the lifeless space behind me. After all, if I face the windows (like so), roll my shoulders (like so), and bend my knees (like so), I have absolutely no trouble at all pretending you are there.  We wouldn't even need the other half of the bed, I think, because you would fit nicely against my back and there'd be room for both of u

This Moment    Kate was slowly allowing herself to wake from a peaceful night's sleep.  Somewhere under the comforting weight of five well-loved old quilts, she smiled to herself.  She never would get quite used to this cold Toronto weather... The bed's other resident, however, had settled into their new environment quite nicely.  "Morning, Miss Ariel," Kate murmured to the purring fur ball who'd curled up against her sometime during the night.  "Merry Christmas."  The calico cat yawned widely, then stood up and stretched before pressing a warm, soft head against her friend's bare face.  Kate (almost unwillingly) extracted one of her arms f

Stop.  Hold everything, make the world stand still.  Freeze the moment, as only a picture could.  This, now, with you: this is perfect.  I can feel your arms wrapped gently but securely around my waist, and your chin resting lightly on my shoulder.  I lean back slightly, reassured by your soft but steady presence.  I never want this to end. This is not the first time I've wanted time to wait.  The last time I held my cats; or that fated morning outside the vet's office with my dog, postponing the time they'd be gone forever.  then, too, I wished the world could stop moving.  But those were sad times, last times.  This, now, with you; this is

Look at you- scraggly thing that you are. Surely you know that you don't belong. Yet there you are, you scraggly thing. And there is your other. I suppose, if you are two, then alone is not so lonely. I suppose you don't mind not belonging. But you two scraggly things, don't you know you still don't belong? Where'd you come from anyway? Well, I don't suppose you're causing harm, and for a pair of scraggly things, you don't look so bad. I suppose you can stay.

Every time I used to smile, It was because of you. Every time something made me laugh, You’re the one I wanted to tell. Every time you remembered, I thought how lucky I was you were my friend. Now when I think of those times, Or simply think of you, I don’t know who to tell, don’t know what to do. Every time we passed a smile, Now aches, ‘cause it’s a frown. Every time you made me laugh, Is now what makes me hurt. And every time I remember, I push it away because I don’t want to know. Every time I see you, There’s a pain in my chest. I guess they had a point when the said old habits are h

Just drop it, ok? Just drop it, I don’t want to know.                                                          What do you want me to do,                                                          Lie? I don’t know.   I don’t know anymore.                                                         Says the one who always knows. So I fooled someone. So I kept a straight face. Forgive me, But my whole world I crashing down around me!                                                        Cut the drama! I wish it wasn’t true, I wish I were lying! But somewhere deep inside of me, Something there is dying!    

Love you forever, everlasting love- that's what the song promised, that beautiful Irish song. Words that hold no meaning hold even less in a language I understand, still they hold more magic than I can comprehend. He sings them in a language I know little of; in Gaelic or in English, he sings a song of love. Ihere's something in this Irish heart that loves that Irish song- and I daresay it says it best, forgive me if I'm wrong. It seems to sing my love for you- your light, your life, your laugh- and though the song is over, love, my love for you won't pass.

One year- plenty of time. They say it's 525,600 minutes. That's enough time to learn, live, love, grow, laugh- Enough time to cry,hurt,weep,mourn,frown,or... DIE. but it's never enough time to heal. I still cry. That night, so vivid- Cheeze pizza and pizza bones, pizza bones and Milk Bones, Milk Bones and bone-thin. He wouldn't eat. We offered him his favorite foods- he couldn't eat. Why couldn't he eat? Why did the cancer take over? Why him? A bare leg. A long scar. An open wound. No, Bailey-boy, don't lick it, it'll only get worse. a large tumor- more go unseen. Islept downstairs. I layed on my comforter, the