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The Wait.

There once was a woman who lived in the woods. Her husband went away, for his country he stood. She sat on her porch Just rocking away "He'll be back soon" She continued to say.   Weeks went by And months rolled on Not a single "I love you" No letters at dawn.   Her friends lost touch Her garden died The dust collected And soon she would cry; "My hair's gone gray, My skin has sunk, What's left but this chair, My lost time and that trunk?   She slowly crept over And opened the lock Inside was nothing, No memories, just junk.   She sat back down With a horrible frown, Looked up to the heavens No prayers, no sound. "My entire life Has come, and gone And here now I sit No answers be found. How could I let Some handsome man be The one thing in this life That could have made me? I once was a person With love to be given But in the end seems My love has been stricken."   The old lady rocked and rocked and

Solid rock.

Years ago I worked at Levis, in the Eaton Centre, North America's largest Levis store.  I've always been a big fan of Levis jeans; they fit my butt perfectly.  :) While I was working there, I met a mix of interesting people, from the Europeans who wanted their button-fly 501s to the university students I shared my quota with.  The manager was a hard-ass and I eventually quit so I could go camping one weekend in the summer. Working there allowed me the chance to familiarize myself with the many Levis fits; straight-leg, boot cut, loose fit, etc.  I could look at a man's waist and gauge his size, rarely making a mistake.  I got to flirt with cute strangers, happily working in the men's section.  I got a good discount and accumulated quite a bit of denim. One of the guys working there rarely spoke.  He was the stock-boy, Xavier.  He kept to himself, him and his thick-rimmed glasses, and went about his business, up and down ladders all day.  He was quite mysterious, a

On Death.

Death really puts things into perspective.  You have no choice but to pull the breaks in your own life, to stop and re-examine absolutely everything.  You reconsider every exchange, every choice you made with that person, every thought, feeling and opinion that crossed your mind. I had a dream about him a few months ago, I should have said hello. We can't blame ourselves for not following through.  You can't predict life's circumstances, no matter how sensitive or how close you might be, you remain separate in your own person.  The good thing is that we can always connect in our hearts, say what it is we missed, think the thoughts we need to.  It's a safe place. Work was rough today - watching hundreds of smiling, laughing children during a music concert brought me to a strange place in my mind. Later I held my friend's baby boy in my arms, feeling his warmth, his innocence... We all start out pure, there's no other way to put it.  As we weave our way

Absence of Hope

I was just about to start a happy-go-lucky tale about work today when I saw the devastating news on Facebook that an old friend took his own life this week. I'm shocked, stunned and saddened by this piece of news.  He was someone that so many looked up to, he was sensitive, insightful and talented.  He was smart.  He was good-looking.  He was special. Man.  You just never know. It's scary to think of that dark place he must have been in, a place we've all gone to, but luckily have found our ways out of, or generally for the most part.  I feel for his family.  I feel for his friends.  I feel for him. Today at work there was a presentation by MADD Canada.  It stirred a lot of the students and some even had to excuse themselves from the auditorium.  It must have triggered painful stories in their hearts and left them wanting to abandon ship. When the video was over, the speaker finished by reminding everyone that even though some of us may not have been affected by t