There are times, left alone with thoughts,when grief sneaks up on me.The last daffodils have faded, yetI’m taken back to that January day. Why did you wait until the morning? I would have understood you leavingwhile I held your hand. Why did you waituntil the morning? No goodbye. I hear a clattering, a band of […]
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