As I walked through the door of my studio apartment, my heart dropped and the blood in my veins froze with the realization that I had forgotten our anniversary washed over me. Elizabeth hadn’t even reminded me. Why didn’t she remind me? The table was set with the good silverware and the finest Dollar Tree china, a new tablecloth spread neatly beneath it. The smell of her famous pot roast filled th...

Listen the truth is no-one Regardless

Of class, rank or Creed has any more answers

For what all this means, or why its such a mess

They can not tell us why it all matters.

Why good things happen to bad people, or

How long we have to say I Love you too

One day here the next day right out the door

Tomorrow is never promised to you.

So while timing is important not every

Thing can be or even needs...