It must have given you pleasure
to say Goodbye, after I told
you that I love you. It happened
so often.
Maybe, I thought, you never
heard me say it. But the stumble
of your tongue and your use of the word
"well" before "goodbye" makes me
sure you did.
Ringing - I still
am anxious over. Yet I still
answer.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
snippets from the stages of grieving
Anger: The Third Stage of Grief
Anger: The Third Stage of Grief
I sit alone. Finally
a break in
my crazy, busy life.
The gift you gave me
by dying. Abruptly,
ending my attempts to
visit you before
you die.
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