Memory Lane

Often I'll walk down 'Memory Lane'

And meet such special people there

A big smile sweeps across my face

As I recall good times we've shared

At times I even laugh out loud

People must think I'm mad

TEARS

“TEARS”

Such salty water flows from my eyes –

when I think I’m doing fine.

I’m going through the steps of life-

is this some kind of sign?

I desire to be a happy soul –

in all I say and do.

But at those times when tears just fall –

A Cloak of Pretense

The moment of our loss, all pretense, the mask, falls away. What is seen is the inner us, so raw and broken; completely destroyed. Those around us see how lost we have become in that instant. It is hard for them to bear what they see. We really don't see those around us, feel their pain or sorrow. Life does not exist for us where we have been tossed.