- Dead
- Sunset Horizon
- Prayer
- not in his job-title
- Paths of the Heart
- Meteor
- Artistry
- Intention
- Longing
- in the Fog
- Curves in the Clouds
- FLOWER
- Seaglass Skies
- SAFE
- Sipping Stars
- Retro Red Apron
- Dream Tonight
- Collapsing
- Otherworld
- Seaside Wanderings
- Preview (Review)
- paths of conquest
- Flitting Memory
- Love ME
- Turn On
- Dismissed
- Not in the Cards
- Alternate Reality Together
- I Fantasize. . .
- My Dear Son
- Rudimentary
- Crazy for You
- Bright
- Aches of Missing
- On the Gradual Death of of a Father
- Simply
- Let Me Dream
- Starsign
- Superpower
- with fantasies we play house in our hearts
Sometimes you lose someone before they’re gone.
Sometimes you only really see them as they pass.
Sometimes you miss the simplicity of strong arms lifting a little child
or that sandpaper touch of a scruffy bedtime nuzzle.
Sometimes all the memories, good and bad,
start to fade
until all that is left is a blurry sense,
a desire not to lose any more.
Sometimes what we miss most
is the idea of who might have been.
Originally published on DUP September 19, 2021
Image notes: I adapted the first AI generated image using FreshPaint watercolor effect. The stroke direction from left to right is intentional as are the areas not fully filled with color (water spots?) on the right side. It represents how the one lost left imprints and shadows on the one left behind and how the desire to have the lost one return leaves missing pieces in her existence.








I can relate to that. I wish I was stronger in the past and I often think of how things might be. I guess I am missing of what it could have been.
Thank you for your comment. I understand. It’s especially hard when there’s nothing to be done about it except to inform our current & future lives. Wish you the best. ☺️