Yesterday was my dad’s 89th birthday. Last week when David was here we went to dinner at Texas Roadhouse. I told the waitress about my dad’s birthday. They all come to the table with this saw-horse with a saddle on it and you are supposed to sit on it. My dad did as he was told!
There once was a time when I believed that true love came in a virtual box enveloped by a full spectrum of feelings where you found yourself lost unable to breathe in a world where time does not exist but now I am torn because I bear a bruise that pushes me to tweak the bit of my life now bundled with hurt unable to remain enclosed in a beam of your light seeking the bandages of your love.