Last night.......

I had that dream again

where I am in an apartment

that is strangely familiar

like…….20 years ago.

Why am I always

searching for someone?

Is it a lost love?

Darkness

shrouds him

only his voice

screams my name.

Come a little closer

k

I have been here before......just not recently.

1000 days...

There used to be a darkness that I liked...

I close my eyes & he is there.  

Standing 6ft tall with jet black hair, turquoise green eyes,

always in a black suit that made his skin look pure white.    

That’s all I see.  

His voice calling my name though I cant make out

where he is.  

Stephan Cole….my dead husband.  For almost 1 year now. 

A boating accident, with his best friend Julien

 speeding along the Sechelt inlet crossing into another boats wake & flipping their Maxum power boat sideways propelling them both into the air, crashing into the sea.  Julien surfaced.  Stephan never did……missing & presumed drowned in the dark sea.

 I open my eyes & he is gone. 

My life with......

There are some guys
you are destined to meet,
&
others solely by chance.
It's up to you how you
decide
your fate.

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Novel Writing

Me typing on my vintage Smith Corona.

What a novel idea,
to write ones memoirs
or dreams?

The main characters are:

V....she is young, career driven, smart

but is hiding something from her past.

S.....is her boss, jet black hair, turquoise eyes, 

Vice President.

R.....is her best friend, rich, likes to live

on the edge, adrenaline junkie 

Like me this novel writing is already
crashing & burning
into several realities.




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Fin

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the past....

I like to write but I am not an author
more of a dreamer
than a Poet.

I am now returning to the past
to do what I wanted to do
so long ago
 write.



~my Flowers in the Attic books~
~First Edition~