JoelJosol Posted November 1, 2020 Share Posted November 1, 2020 He confides'She only has a few days left.'Fighting my loss of breathI ask, 'So, what is next?'As he lays out what to expect,I lost you in the detailsof many new mornings-mourning.The day you leaveI will be somewhere elselooking for you in placeswhere we have been. * A poem I wrote when my mom died. She died in the month of October in the late 90's. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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