Midnight Valentine

by J.T. Geissinger

Some demons should be left to rot in the dark forever.

Why is it that when a woman’s been through a lot, she’s expected to handle it gracefully with fake smiles and a stiff backbone, but when a man’s been through a lot, he’s given full license to storm around like a giant baby throwing a tantrum?

I’ve died a thousand deaths since the day I lost Cass. People say time heals all wounds, but that’s a lie. Grief is a chronic disease. The pain just keeps on coming.

All my wounds are on the inside, hidden in places they can never heal.

Isn’t it simple? Whatever we are, or not, There is only you.

I ached for her the way the desert aches for rain.

she’s the true north my soul will always point to. I’ll love her in every one of my lives.