love should be easy...
These ruins sit unused, generations pass them by.
Leaves fall. Each one starts, a gentle cascade to the earth, carried by the breeze.
I lose myself in the music if only for a moment.
It is a swirling storm that reigns my thoughts.
I would normally bake two dozen butter tarts, because you loved them.
I don’t see you any more, your lights dimmed amidst the glow of others.
Play harder than you worry.
Your kindness matters.
I fell apart today picked up the broken pieces, quickly taped them back up, went on my way.
Perhaps it's time to flatten other curves.
I stopped, met my deadline...
Amidst the panic/ the anxiety choked hearts...
What will he say when he remembers this time?
But 15 months ago I was in crisis.