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I Am Vincent
58 Stories of love and loneliness in poetry and prose
By A.F. Winter
For my whole life, I have been looking for love and acceptance. I have had moments when love was real and it seemed like it would last forever. And then those moments would pass and I would be alone once more.
This book is a collection of stories and poetry on my own personal experiences with love. It is not a place for me to dwell in my own pain and sorrow. It is an acknowledgement that hate is not the opposite of love; loneliness is. And in our lives, we travel from one extreme to the other; as a pendulum swings from one threshold and back again.
We cannot have love without realizing that love will one day end. And even in the strongest unions, death will separate the two lovers. In that end, there will be emptiness.
Should that stop us from loving? Of course not. Every moment that we are in love, we are fully alive. We cannot be truly happy without it.
What should we do with this knowledge? Well if you have love, take the time to appreciate it and the one you love because it may not always be that way. If you don’t have it, be patient. If your heart and mind are open, love will find a way in.
Publication Date: Apr 09 2015
Available immediately at: https://www.createspace.com/5400863
Will be on Amazon in a few days.
About the author:
He lives near Charleston S.C. with his dog, Millie. His email is firstname.lastname@example.org. His blog is oxrider.wordpress.com.
Monthly Archives: April 2015
I wake up in the morning
The first thing I think about is you.
For a while after your departure,
I only slept on the right side of the bed
You used to sleep on the left.
I sleep in the middle now.
I wake up and I am embracing a pillow
And for a moment, until I open my eyes,
Expecting you’re still there.
But it is only a pillow
And I miss your hair.
Sometimes, before your departure,
I would wake up at night.
In the total darkness, I would breathe you in.
My left hand would drift over and softly touch you.
I needed the assurance that you were still there.
That I wasn’t alone.
That I still deserved you.