I offer a toast to endings, and to forgetting

She left these broken things	Prayer for Forgetting	Look at me, I am moving on	of loneliness and shattered dreams
All that is left is an unhappy ending	Happy endings are not our birthright.	I am no doubt moving. The question now is not where, but how. My life changes everyday. Big deal.	The monster stares back at me. I'm still young enough to believe that, with the right shoes, I can outrun it.
Still Looking for Ends	A Toast To The Unlikeliest Of Futures	With Bohr and Heisenberg at the empty heart of everything	You Say You Don't Love Me
The etiology of endings	She tells stories as if she knows what the ending will be.	I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful	Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.	5am in the middle of a wasted summer	Someone left the cake out in the rain	It come a young flood
Empty Bottles, Broken Hearts	pellicle mirror	she left her handwriting all over the calendar	Toasting a haggis