Mornings with Rosemary

by Libby Page

But there is so much to say that somehow there is nothing to say.

They were a couple, like the quotation marks around a sentence. They fit together and made each other feel less afraid and less alone.

There was no question mark. No question mark was needed. She already knew that the answer to every question was him.

In the silence loneliness is like a third person between them. They nod their heads to it, acknowledging it is there but never calling it by its name.

Telling a teenager to cheer up is like telling a plant to water itself. It would if it could.

Sometimes hope can be the most painful thing.”