One day the hurt will be erased.

I can’t wait to see you again.

It has all gone to waste.

Just a thought process…

The passage of time leaves its mark.

The passage of time leaves its mark.

I could do with your sweet embrace.

Time should be appreciated by all people who have loved ones in their life. Take a moment and reflect on the words of this poem about how precious life is. Never wait until it’s erased.

Words I scribbled out for a friend.

You put an end to our chapter.