I miss my person

I’d just like to say that being a widow fucking sucks, so appreciate every little annoying quirk and thing that your spouse does to drive you crazy and love them anyway and love them good!

Divine Intervention

Out of nowhere came this urgent need to reconnect with him. It had been several years but took only minutes before his voice was in my ear and he was damning me for reaching out again. I’d found him in limbo, which wasn’t actually surprising, he’d already done his stint in India, studying with the

Travel well, brother ❥

Living Death

The minutes just keep passing White on my wrist red on the clock  Menacing with a secondhand  That hangs on the wall While the reel of visions Unravel in my mind  The harder I try to stop The faster they come Searching and found  Unmoving on the ground  Lifeless and stiff  Gun by his hand 

Life after Death

Sitting with sadness

Melancholy

Death Changes Us –

I lost my first love to death at nineteen, chased his ghost for a decade; trying to find him, trying to find who I was without him, until I met the mate of my soul; found love with him so true and unconditional that I was totally free just to be and discover me. Now

I see my self, I just can’t reach me –