Sometimes.
I feel so sorry for myself.
The grass is greener on every other street.
But not mine.
My heart is empty.
And then I remember.
For almost 10 years. I had the joy. the pleasure. the love.
Of a boy named Michael.
And for that moment.
My heart is full.
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4 comments:
He is not forgotten. Sweet boy. Thinking of you also.
I think of you and Michael and Stu all the time. Even from six thousand miles away. And it makes me smile.
May that joy visit you more than they other
Ditto on Tammy's words!
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