What's With The Shoes?

One step.

One moment.

One heartbeat at a time.

Four hundred three months

May 09, 2015  /  Paul Farmiga

I'll wait for you.

No matter how long it takes.

I'll wait for you, forever.

- - - -

All we have is dead.
As I am dead.
Marry another.

- - - -

I write it only for myself. And so I will hide it away along with all the things left unsaid and undone between us.

- - - -

It is hard to tell of happiness.
Time
goes
by
and we feel
safe
too soon.

- - - -

Four hundred and three months.
Four hundred and three marks
Four hundred and three words
Four hundred and three
Shadows on a wall.