A simple lover of all prose. Fragments of an unwritten book 1. 8221; I hope she imprints her lips onto her finger tips so that every caress becomes the lightest of kisses against the expanse of your skin. I hope she curls into your body, wrapped in the arms of your laughter against the dusk of a Tuesday evening- her smile emanating the moon. I hope she showers you with the happiness we once shared, I hope she loves you as I once did; as I still do.

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You have forgotten how to speak to me. When you look at me you look at me with the same eyes but somehow, your stare is cold, it feels lonely. You no longer ask me how I am doing or if I have experienced something new today. Your care has dwindled into something less than what it used to be. What happened to you? What happened to the person I fell in love with? The one willing to stay up for hours on end to hear my stories, to talk to me about our fears and dreams? .

The Life and Mind of Tyler M. The Life and Mind of Tyler M. Each night before I fall asleep. I pray and often weep. To know that no matter how much I tear. You never will be here. I will never get to hear your little voice call me Daddy. And that alone always hurts me so badly. All I can do is fantasize and adore. I never will get to look into your little eyes. Damn how much I miss my little guy.