I don't want to be no patch on no quilt. (I just want to see. ). Tear-stained stitching linking memories to guilt. (I just want to see. ). I don't want to be no hair on no wall. (I just want to s
The stillness here,. Like what he sometimes finds inside her,. Hits so hard it can steal your breath forever. He sometimes wonders. Is the sum of their lives together. Him on the floor and her lo
My mother sang the sweetest melody. Although she never sang in a musical key. I'd hear her through the house. My name called out loud. My mother sang the sweetest melody. . My mother's hands wer