“I fell in love with a person of surpassing beauty. Talented in the visual and lyrical arts, I could live forever looking at bits of soul put to canvas or printed page.

We made a pretty picture together, and I understood what people meant when they said ‘forever’. I lavished attention and praise on my desire, and for a time I saw the world through a blissful filter.

Then another came and I was left behind. Relegated to trusted friend, best friend, ‘forever’ became the bleak winter of a breaking heart. Would that I could have just let go, but that would have made the pain lethal.

Instead I shoulder my grief and watch them together, my heart breaking still. Years gone by and the pain remains as sharp as that first moment. It is me who has changed, grown used to bleeding.

There is one for you, I am told by the well meaning. But I doubt it. I had my taste of forever and if it doesn’t come again I will hold it close and remember.

It will have to be enough."

~excerpt from “Tales of the Invisible”