Truth be told I’m not sure my heart can handle this grief. Nor to care to bare its memory. My soul is bare and you are there with no change. No change in routines just a silent heartache you deserve. Yet I bask here on this last sunny day in the Indian summer that just may be my last and I grieve though one should never covent another’s treasure so perhaps I deserve my punishment after all. Truth be told.
b-2017 “May you always have the courage to be the best version of yourself you can be each and every day. ”