My Journal

Suzy over my shoulder

She is with me,

A thousand threads of time,

Some recent, some long past,

Deeply woven into the fabric of my life

Sometimes contrasting, sometimes blending

With the subtle colors of time passing.

Forming the unique pattern

Of what I remember.

All the times

She touched my heart

The times She reached out

When I was too preoccupied

To notice the softness

Beneath the brittle face

That she wore to protect

Her soul,