A Woman's Plight, Where Demons Tread

Looking For You

Closing my eyes and sinking into sleep, the brightest flare-flash to my right – near-blinding in its golden-white of dawn – rising early morning from a person’s form, interupting with a shadow briefly passing and then retracting in front of it.

Turning away from the first randomly chosen house’s pathway leading from sidewalk to door to my left that I was about to knock upon, I look right and see you walking toward me, your hands deep into pockets with eyes to ground.

As awareness expands, you look up, and then our eyes meet.

A Woman's Plight

Having To Let Go, Again

“In the dream’s outdoor piling at night, I came across my ex’s blue jean jacket with the thick white inner lining.

I recognized it by feel first, rather than sight.

And having forgotten about it simply from lack of prior reexposure to it over time, I grasped it and pulled it to me, marveling at its feel, its neutral yet almost leather smell from motorcycle and auto fumes, and remembered when I wore it proudly.

Then my ex came out looking for something and I handed it to him.

Recognition and his own memories arrived in his gaze, and I hugged him tightly with it in between us.

It symbolized so many things, both personal and as a couple, long before our course had been brutally diverted.

I guess that moving from this last family home is going to bring up and create some sad goodbye memories.”