Grace is Gone
I couldn't sleep last night, for thoughts of her. I think she's the only one who's actually caught a glimpse of the truly dark side of Ryan and continued to smile upon him. And later we separated. No longer together, yet still she recurs in my mind from time to time; in email and voice, too, occasionally. I took a ride to clear my head: the night/morning was thick and heady as I stopped by a park, forbidden at that hour. I swung by her place: fond memories. I paused for several minutes at the old school and tried to remember who I was then. Then there was a stop for gear at the general store. The wind out of my sails, two wheels headed for home; re-wrapped the dog's foot and sleep finally came.