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.
