I don't feel much like writing today.
Too much is too much.
Staring at an empty chair,
Walking by a silent shop,
Calling a number that will not be answered.
Today I am only going to remember.
I will write again next week.
Too much is too much.
Staring at an empty chair,
Walking by a silent shop,
Calling a number that will not be answered.
Today I am only going to remember.
I will write again next week.
Grief is a hard thing. I totally understand.
ReplyDeleteThanks, it has been a hard time.
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