Residual Haunting

I thought of you again. It happens every once in awhile.  You tip-toe into my head when I’m trying to sleep. Beckoning me from the haunted chambers of the past, into those inescapable musings of What If…? What if we’d… … done more than just kissed? Spoke the choking words imprisoned in locked gazes? StoppedContinue reading “Residual Haunting”