Stepping into subliminal space I no longer fathom futures made up of heaven and days too vast to number too slim to calculate I think of you and wonder about liminal space and are angels meant to date? No questions were ever answered satisfactorily enough even though I asked often enough and now I can’t… Continue reading Worthy
Tag: Grief
Returning
Returning, One of my most recent revelations is how some things have remained the same. Oh, I don’t mean the same after Alan’s death because everything has pretty much changed, in that regard. But the realization that in some ways I’m still the girl, who was on my own back in the early 70’s. The… Continue reading Returning