Saying Goodbye

July 28: My beloved Aly passed away in my arms…As he parked the vehicle outside of the Emergency Veterinarian Office, she took her last breath. Her scared eyes looked into mine and she knew that I loved her. She knew that she was in my arms and whatever happened next, wherever she was going, whatever she…

October First

  “I wonder…is love innate?” I asked myself as I watched Halah sleep. She lay curled up in the suede chair pushed into the far corner of my room. I could hear her snoring and occasionally she whimpered within her dreams. Her beautiful blue hair glistened under the beams of light falling through the mid-afternoon…

Stronger

[audio http://andrew-jarrett.com/media/15_-_The_Memory_Of_Trees.mp3]   There’s some things that you’re just alone in. Certain obstacles that only you can do. No matter who you want to share your burden with, no matter what hand you expect in yours along the way, no matter the support you want to hear-even in the echoing distance-cheering as you struggle up the…

Amazing Grace

I was lost, and you found me. You left and I once again wandered the wilderness alone. When you returned I was not there. You called for me, told me to come home, but you did not look for me. At the edge of the trees you sat… Waiting for me to find my way…

You don’t have to pretend

I lay here, by you in this large bed. Beneath the sheets your warm skin presses against mine. That is my doing. The darkness drapes over the room, encompassing both our bodies like the blanket of night sometimes does. You haven’t moved in minutes, long sour minutes that may soon reach an hour. Soft waves…

I still remember…

After someone looks you in the eyes and says that they do not love you, is it hope that causes you to believe they’re lying? Or is it ignorance? Because those 8 letters should never be used in combination with the word “don’t” when it was not present the first time they were whispered. No,…

A Little Overwhelmed

You can pretend like you don’t care. You can say it doesn’t bother you. You can fall and brush off the dirt while you regain your feet, Only to overlook the bloody knee. You can stand so tall, With shoulders broad, And chin held high, Higher than it aught… You can laugh without hesitance, In…

Memories

A wise man’s words once trickled, “God gave us memories that we, might have, roses in December.” The thought that a thought, Can bring life to its likeness past, Causes thought To bear such depths. But there are two doors, an entry and an exit, Though one can double as the other, and the other…