My mug and I
gather under golden stars
to reconvene a rhythm
of rush and run.
Breakfast a blur,
brown bags filled
silent tick-tock. 48 more words
“Then Raguel saw them safely off. He embraced Tobias and said.
‘Farewell, my child!
Have a safe journey!
The Lord of heaven prosper you,
The Lord of heaven prosper your wife Sarah, 169 more words
I haven’t been feeling good things about you lately. . I chalked it up to me moving through the stages of grief and thought that any moment the pain and love would rush back in and hit me… but that hasn’t happened. 482 more words