gomer-b

Today I was walking down my street
admiring the pumpkins that seem
to be on every doorstep. I love
fall. The leaves turning colors.
Slight chill in the air. Hint of
what is to come.
I found a diary near the crash site.
I think it might have belonged to the
woman in the car.
I know I should give it back, but
something is holding me back.
I have been reading it. Nothing
fancy just moments in someone's
life. Maybe I will post some
here, maybe not.
I feel like an intruder in
someone's head.
I am probably the worst person
to be keeping something so
personal.
When you see someone at their
absolute worst. When their
life has been taken from them
it leaves a bitter taste in
your mouth.
Reading this diary makes me
feel like I am able to know
her, when life was good or
at least when life was ordinary.


--necia