She pulled his jumper up to her face,breathed him into the now empty space.Flopped in the chair that was clearly his own,not sad, not lonely,not even alone.Through the window his eyes once looked throughshe smiled and pondered the beautiful...

  Tomorrow has slipped awayfrom your eyes.I can see itin the distant stare,the apathetic blankness,the way you sit beside meand somehowaren't there.Your love is as deadas the orchidsin the trash.I keep lookingfor somethingbehind your eyes,some little sparkthat saysI'm still here.But...