I could not have anticipated how difficult it was to get back home, see all the furniture where she used to sit, or sleep or where we had our meals together, and realize that she will no longer, ever, be there again. 695 more words
Tags » Grief
Somewhere in desolate, wind-swept space
You run freely
Though uninvited, I rejoice.
For you will forever decorate my world with distant memories
Of you and I