A biography for Tamara Ireland Stonehasn’t been written yet.
“After you leftI stared at the drivewayFeeling its emptinessWondering if you’d return.After you leftI thought about your questionsWishing I hadn’t been so bluntWondering if I scared you away.After you leftI remembered how you felt in my arms.How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.Wondering if I should have kissed you when I had the chance.After you leftI sat in my roomRemembering all the things you said, andWondering about all the things you didn’t.After you leftI sat in silence.Missing you in a way I didn’t quite understand.Wondering if you’d ever come back.”
“It's me, asking him to let me in. Asking all of them to give a chance to show them that, deep down, I'm not who they think I am. Or, maybe I'm exactly who they think I am, but I no longer want to be.”
“If you could read my mind, you wouldn't be smiling.”
“It's always harder to be the one who's left behind than the one who leaves.”