Once Upon A Time

Once, there was me. Then, there were us. And the story ended with a comma, an unfinished sentence, like that movie that leaves you wondering if it ends in a happily-ever-after, or if there is going to be a sequel so that there is real closure.


Our story ended with a comma; a pause, and a thousand words floating when only three that matter. And my sorrow is a soft, cottony, misty emotion. A white drape before the window of my soul that blurs the beautiful roses in the garden…