Without him,
she's not herself,
wonders who she's become.
The days drift past
one piling on top of another
like heaps of fall leaves.
He's beside her now
but she feels alone.
she's not herself,
wonders who she's become.
The days drift past
one piling on top of another
like heaps of fall leaves.
He's beside her now
but she feels alone.
1 comment:
Love the brevity of this, Marianne. It says so much.
Love,
Pammy
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