I lost my home in a tragic fire that took everything.
My pets. My paintings, studio...
And mostly. My Thursday's with the truck driver.
I write here on these pages as you are the only ones who know of his existence. We were so very secret.
Living only in moments.
Tonight I can not sleep. Missing him, missing all of what we were....
If nothing at all.
I tried to make him permanent. In paintings, stained glass. That he would last forever there in this building we shared.
It is all gone.
3 comments:
Truly sorry for your loss of it all.
Oh no! Hope time and good people will help you find a new path to better days. Lean on me whenever you like.
-Sassy
Thank you both so much. I have started to write again. It helps just as before this, and your friendship has been a anchor in storms, and darkness
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