Life proceeds, As it must, with the mundane matters of daily life, soaring accomplishments and successes. But then,
A sound… a sight… a smell… Brings the memory of you, The full weight of love which persists (as they say) And the absence Of you… To touch, to see, Like a dagger to my heart.
It’s Loud Inside My Head… The Poetry and Prose of A Man Who Feels Too Much. 
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