Frankly, I Wonder Who Frank Was, And

Why Is It That Only In The Very Beginnings Of A Relationship Are You Aware Of The Heat Coming From Inside A Person, Of The Number Of Inches You Would Have To Move For Your Shoulders To Brush As If It Were An Accident?

The Bigger The Hole Inside You, The More Desperate You Became To Fill It.

Add Love, And All The Lines Between Right And Wrong Were Bound To Disappear.

Seeing Her Sitting There Unresponsive Makes Me Realize That Silence Has A Sound.

My Dad Used To Say That Living With Regrets Was Like Driving A Car That Only Moved In Reverse.