What Remains
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Standing at the edge,
treading lightly,
casting what's left of myself.
Who I was is gone.
This is what remains.
Bought and sold,
before and after.
Thoughts move from light into shadow.
One event, one moment,
became 2 lifetimes changed.
Holding thoughts of her,
protected in the small dark place,
time moves in and out of the light.
With her,
in the sun,
who would we have been?
Beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWords from my soul....but for my son.
ReplyDeleteI know.... I'm so sorry you're dealing with the aftermath of this. No one understands like other mothers going through the loss. (((hugs to you)))
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