An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large...

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

There is a time sometime, and a place where in the perfect stillness of the evening within the sunset serenity we unite in the glow… Blissful paradise divinity, brilliancy glassy deepness, shallowness slow and smooth…...

I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

there is some achingthat will only heal…in the mosque of sleep.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

Already I ache for all the livesI will never be a part of.