29: Saudade – The Deep Longing

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. 

Thoughts on 36: Cleaning Out the Wound by CadConfessional

"Change happens one funeral at a time." At the time we were talking politics. However, in the years since I heard her say that I've come to appreciate this truth.

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