Staring at his sneakers Parked for eternity next to his side of the bed I feel the weight of my grief, A mantle of lead on my shoulders. My own mantra haunts me. “One foot in front of the other” I said as we persevered together. Those were happier times When hope still flickered. Staring… Continue reading Sneakers
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"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
