Of Mice and Gwen

There’s a woman I love.  Who I have loved for many years.  I just saw some pictures of her, because we recently became friends on one of the social networks I belong to. I was immediately overcome with sorrow and longing.  But it’s a weird longing that defies modern rules of love and relationships . [...]

Poised on the brink trapped in a forever grey of NOW between WAS and YET-TO-BE . . . I hesitate. . . The YET-TO-BE with its parameters still untested beckons me with promises I weigh so carefully against its unfamiliarity. What WAS with all its pain, offers the tempting comfort of the known. . . [...]