Journal 2-12-22

These days. Remembering you. What was that coat you wore in winter? Your eyes were blue.

Walking along a path. Reminded of our walks, our talks, a dog led the way. Picking up sticks amongst the brown pine needles. Smelling their scent. Peeling back the bark. Shaved with a knife. Whittled down to nothing. What were we looking for?

Never ending always ends. Till death do us part are only words. We say them in vain. Our lives lived together coming to a halt.

Where are you? With another? The purple sky tells a story. It is a love story. Of how we make promises. If only those promises were kept.

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