I wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.
Anyone.
By her…but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.
I wrote as a plea to be heard. By someone.
Anyone.
By her…but in the quiet of the night, when love and grief can no longer be shouted down I hear the repressed whispers of knowledge reminding me the woman I long to hear from will never return.
15: Three Conversations
1. Shame
2. Hope
3. Grieving