poems now that you’re gone July 18, 2015by heather anne now that you’re gone I realise I’m no more lonely than when you were here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I am painfully sympathetic but that is “better” than a wound that won’t heal, a vacuum of longing. Reply
You’re not alone. You have yourself and also the realization that you did what was best for you. But then I imagine you know that. Reply
Some call it red 
I am painfully sympathetic but that is “better” than a wound that won’t heal, a vacuum of longing.
Absolutely agree. Thank you 🙂
You’re not alone. You have yourself and also the realization that you did what was best for you. But then I imagine you know that.
It’s still nice to hear it from an outside perspective. 🙂
Lovely and perfect and I do relate.
Sierra
Thank you xo
The healing has begun
beautifully penned
Pain & joy are intertwined. Light will come after darkness.
almost zen
I believe you are your own best friend. Welcome yourself every day.
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