You can't lift a relationship up if you keep walking over the other person's mistakes.

Even a rock moves on.

My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.

Don't look at the present storm, but look to the Son coming.

It's not good to dig in the past, raise the ghost up from the grave, and have it walk with the flesh.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.