She is Woman

She senses subtleties my heart cannot know,
She feels nuances my hands cannot touch,
She experiences colors my eyes cannot see.

She is a blessing to all my senses
and a light to my mind.

I strive, and I create, and I protect,
but why, if not for her?

She is woman, and I miss her.

The Caveman

Unless I take responsibilty for my inner caveman, a caveman is all I am.

Re-setting a Bone

Change hurts when it's more like re-setting a bone than repainting a room.