Neither of us have won.

New life can remind you of the dead.

Inspired by number 11 by Cassia which is attached. A bit more of a hopeful poem and remembering of things type.

A poem written about my husband.

Hope…

A moment passes by so quickly.

I was reaching out to someone who cared.

I dreamt of your fall.

If you can just hold on, things will change.

When somebody leaves this world they are gone forever.