Perhaps … To R.A.L.Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,And I shall see that still the skies are blue,And feel one more I do not live in vain,Although bereft of you.Perhaps the golden meadows...

When Death, or adverse Fortune’s ruthless gale,Tears our best hopes away, the wounded HeartExhausted, leans on all that can impartThe charm of Sympathy; her mutual wailHow soothing! never can her warm tears failTo balm our...

Life and death are natural dualities. Like water and fire, wind and earth. We do not control them, we never will.

In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.

Missing Alina was worse than a terminal illness. At least when you were terminal you knew the pain was going to end eventually. But there was no light at the end of my tunnel. Grief...