I know these things today. They take years to heal, to unravel. Most afflictions, are a ticking clock. As a child, in the beginning, he was my hero. He could make me laugh,

poem -suggestions welcome

Why

It took me too long to understand the sharp angst of winter; the frozen canals, the loss of life to a deep

“That was the time when you kept losing all your socks, can't you remember?” She seemed surprised that Martin could not remember such a momentous event in their marriage.

The wind blew through the trees. The sun was partially hidden behind the clouds. Bobby sat on the edge of the dock dangling his feet in the water and waited impatiently for a bite.