Broken

In sleep, I dream of you.
Haunted, never left alone.
I awake with your deep brown eyes burned into my vision.
Your eyelashes echoed in negative over everything I see. 
There are tears in your eyes, 
But they are mine.
I seek solace, but cannot turn to you.
Your spirit is torn and frayed.
Instead, I find myself wishing to repair
The rent I've left behind
In my own tortured departure. 
I know there is more damage 
Than what I have created; 
So much of it is part of why I left. 
I want to heal myself. 
I want to heal you. 
I cannot heal either of us. 
We must, for now, both remain
Broken. 

Bleh

Nothing really much to say today.  Just really missing Florida right now.  It's beautiful here, with Autumn colors painting the trees, and clear blue skies above them.  But it's not Florida.  It's not the Cape. And it's not warm.  I don't want the hot, just the warm.  

I am being whiny, I know.  All my Florida friends are posting things about the lovely temperatures, and spending time at the beach (in October), and so on.  And it's making me miss being there very much. 

And as much as I try to suppress my feelings on the matter, my heart is still living there.

Socks

I was wearing these socks the other evening to keep my toes warm, because, well, this is Virginia and my feet get cold here.

Dad looked at my feet and started laughing and saying things like, "Where'd you get those crazy pink socks?"

I said, "Mom gave them to me a long time ago."  

Dad looked at my feet again and said, "I can see why she wanted to get rid of them."  

I guess my fashion statement days are on a hiatus.  

Autumn Moon

There's a little bit of Autumn showing in the trees here and there. Enjoying that and looking forward to more. And last night, there was a gorgeous moon peaking out of silver clouds - one you would expect only in October. If it had been full, I would have expected to hear a werewolf howling at it.

{I originally titled this post Autumn Moonshine, but realized I was not speaking of any kind of alcohol - though it would have been interesting.  :-) }   

Resounding silence, into which my mind writes volumes.