I often wake up in the middle of thoughts of you. Lingering from the night before. On those days, your memory consumes me. There is no logical reason why I hold on. There is no long list of ways you made me fall. There is no shortage of others that have come along that could fill that empty space inside of me.

But still you are there…haunting me like a ghost of the past of “almost” moments.


Published by lamandabeesleyconrad

#Writer of Literary Fiction. Writing Prof @ The University of Oklahoma. Mom & wife. Art, music, theatre enthusiast. HUMANIST.

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