I am never alone;
not by myself
not without company,
and Christ and the Holy Ghost
or some errant poltergeist,
simply don't count
in this equation,
they are wisps here;
I mean I'm never alone.
I have those with me
that looked deep
into my eyes,
flowed within my heart,
passed through a thousand realities,
confident in the thought
I would save them;
either without caring, or
never realizing how fragile
wishes are.
:)
the worse part is they always seem to rest their feet on the coffee table eh... this poem was too relateable for comfort....
Much Love
Ashley
:-)
Thanks Dear! And they always have muddy feet...
gahhh
and you JUST cleaned the table... <3
Much Love
Ashley