Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
Liam had always thought that the concept of time healing all wounds was a load of crap. With all the time he'd spent away, he thought, he should be healed from his pain a hundred times over. But maybe he'd been going about it wrong. He'd spent years bottling it up, ignoring it all in the hope that it would go away. But talking about the past... it really did seem to help.
When he smiled, there was only a little sadness in it; mostly, there was a soft fondness that spoke of a life well lived. "The kitchen table always seems to be a gathering place, doesn't it?" he asked, thinking back to his own home. "We spent a lot of time there - eating, playing games, sometimes just talking. When my wife and I were busy in the kitchen, the kids liked to draw at the table." He still had the drawings - the ones that he'd managed to salvage, anyway.
When he smiled, there was only a little sadness in it; mostly, there was a soft fondness that spoke of a life well lived. "The kitchen table always seems to be a gathering place, doesn't it?" he asked, thinking back to his own home. "We spent a lot of time there - eating, playing games, sometimes just talking. When my wife and I were busy in the kitchen, the kids liked to draw at the table." He still had the drawings - the ones that he'd managed to salvage, anyway.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
