and I had hoped to never have to revisit
this place again...but I did.
It had been over a month and I had no
communication and my motherly instincts
told me to go even though I said I wouldn't.
It tears me up, tortures me each time I must leave.
Not because it's a place I hold near and dear.
Quite the opposite.
As it turns out, I was the first visitor that had
been there.
Oh how it saddened me to leave, not the place
but him behind.
A tear drops from my eye and slowly makes
its way down my cheek.
I wipe it away and pray for a new day,
a new beginning.
I pray that this is the last time a visit
to this place is needed.
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