As separate as we may feel, we are together. As strong as we may present, we are still fragile. As loud as our heart beats, it’s the music of our soul. As the day draws to darkness, we bow our heads Giving thanks for those we have love and lost.
Two wayward souls, a wandering along life’s crooked path The angels hugged us when we cried, danced when we both laughed.
He called me this morning, asking if I wanted to take back my vote yet, we laughed; I called him a son of a gun. We chatted like we do, most everyday. Topics range from music to politics. We never tell the other what to think or do, how to…
He was alone, no helicopter at his door, no adoring fans, In the dead of night, he made his way to the nearest medical center. Upon arriving, he found it was closed due to the virus, He slowly walked back to his car, making his way to a friend for…