The Mystery (and Madness) of Synchronicity

I had said in the beginning that I wasn’t planning on writing more of these long, drawn-out posts about a specific man.  However, continued unexplainable occurrences have led me to it, and I felt compelled to share what I’ve been experiencing over the past few months.  This blog has to do with the topic of…

My Poetry: “Midsummer”

On Midsummer Day
My heart gave way
And buckled under once more
It began to rain
From my gloomy eyes
As it did so the night before
Silently I worked and wept
And made it through the Midsummer morn
Inside, the clouds were darkening still
Like those in a May spring storm