Confessions of a Lost Scribe

This started as one poem. It didn’t feel right. So I wrote it again—this time, a little closer to the truth. HAPPY GIRL Who is that happy girlSmiling through the tearsWho is the happy girlHiding all her fears? What secrets does she keep?Behind her eyes so dark as night?What secrets does she keep?That may never…

How do you mourn a secret? How do you get over something that never was? We were never meant to be, yet we found a way— Two lonely souls, complete as one. I, with my life secure and mundane. And you, continents away. We found a connection so strong, yet never met in physical touch.…