Love dries up when words go walkingtaking more than just the talking.Affection follows in pursuitof missing words that leaves both mute.Another home another pairspit out words without a care.Things get thrown,fists get raisedlove lies bleeding,both are crazed.When a fist...

He was a handsome man, smartly dressed, drinking a ginger ale or some sort of a white soda and he was looking at me from across the bar. I've never thought of having an affair outside of my marriage...

You are something that will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness. Though your form is both perfect and clear to me.   Do I know you? Or am I mad in love? Is this love...