He didn’t have pity on us….in the end…we let it go.
Did the love die then?…or does it ever die?…..
Sometimes I think, I forgot about you….and then I remember moments and words….words I use with you as an inside joke…no one gets the jokes but I feel as if your soul is there… every time I do ..as if you were there somewhere laughing.
I know you’re not there anymore… you laugh only in my head. Words keep the memory of us alive.
I am not sure anymore if writing about you is good for me. Is it keeping you alive….I feel the memory is dying…. I haven’t been writing about you all the time. Mostly other people.
You….. is somewhere and I see him masked in many people…not sure if it was you….but glimpses of him were there…he’s there. I know he’s with me…all the time. He’s God.

Sept 2024-TM