by Keekah

There are days when her scent haunts me. There are days where I am consumed by what happened. Even worse are the days when I dwell on the fact that all my fears in our relationship were too close to the truth. Living with that knowledge is more painful than only thinking the fears were right. Yet, there is solace in the knowledge that it wasn't my imagination. Truth is better than any fantasy you let someone else build for you - even if it is painful to hear sometimes.


Keekah is a native of Colorado dabbling in writing at An Existential Keekah. She aspires to write a novel or two before she dies.


Leatherdykeuk said...

They say truth will set you free.

Mind you, I confessed to killing my husband and the locked me up. How lame is that?

Quin said...

nicely done, tightly written...

leather~henry viii killed his wives, and they let him stay king. how lame was that?

Alone on the Isle said...

I read this piece a number of times -- and enjoyed it a bit more with each pass. Great six Keekah.