It’s okay to be tired. You are not dead. It is not over. You are sad because you can’t share this pain with Bob. You have to do this part on your own. No one else is coming to help you. There is no safety net which will avoid this.
For the sun to rise, long and sharp over the horizon, for grey clouds to part, seeds to germinate on a new hillside and dreams to arise into who knows what…
You can't avoid the future. Why waste it?
For the fading light to lift and find me waiting. For the fog…and all the moments I’ve wanted to share getting lost in.
Its fucking awful how much I miss Bob.
Grief sucks everything out of me each day. Hope keeps me here. There is too much potential of what was to simply waste. I will do something…with what was and is. I’m working on it.
Not Dark Yet
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