A poem left on a piece of staff paper Just when our love found its cadence, You changed the rhythm to our song. Our harmony was so appealing, Until you turned the dissonance on. Now I’m deeper than blue. Deeper than blue You said our love could not sustain itself, You...
I read a quote the other day from Paul Weinfield about the hero’s journey. ‘In the real hero’s journey, the dragon slays YOU. Much to your surprise, you couldn’t make the marriage work. Much to your surprise, you turned forty with no kids, no house, and no prospects....
