He knocks at my door. Piercing eyes meet mine. With a quick grin he greets me and reminds me what I deserve, what I’ve worked so hard for. He knows what I really meant and how I’ve been misunderstood. He shows me what I’m entitled to, and reminds me that I don’t have it. I…
Tag: #life
Another Funeral
2 years ago, I would have had a list of things I thought I should tell you to do that matter. I don’t have that list anymore. I don’t think that’s how it works.
