gay – Northern Loss

Grains of Sand

Who I am is with you. Who I’ve been is with you. Every piece of myself I had, I gave to you. Here, on these beaches. I know that even once it hits and the sky goes black, the blue will remain. Turquoise waters and cloudless skies in your eyes that I’ll never forget. YouContinue reading “Grains of Sand”

Letter from Loos

September 23, 1915 – Loos, France My dear Paul, I’m so deathly afraid I will never see your face again. At night, in between fitful nightmares of war machines, I dream of your face, your smile in the gardens, your tender embrace. They comfort me, but vanish quickly into the morning fog. Another awful dayContinue reading “Letter from Loos”