Time is a healer or so they say the seconds, the minutes, the hours slip by. – Days become weeks, weeks become months. Yet the pain still remains. – The silence is deafening. Expectations to still feel and sense a presence, yet flowers decay dried and withered by the elements. – The emptiness collects the […]
Why me?
Sitting on the terrace a perfect summer day is how I like to remember us before you went away Too painful to remember memories close to the heart Time will never heal them now we are apart Under the sheets I hide Away from reality’s trace There my dreams are endless there […]
