Almost one year ago. Office Christmas party. It was supposed to be a celebration but what I remember most is the rain. He in a trenchcoat. We under a canopy in the rain. A hug. And my heart and soul and mouth were silent. Will my memories always be defined by silence? Will the rain this year haunt me? I always try to do the right thing. That is my greatest strength and my greatest flaw. Maybe I am a soldier. Maybe underneath it all, I’m programmed to do one thing, not necessarily by choice but because that’s all I know.

October 8th, 2011 | Comments Off on

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