Saturday 3rd November
.
It’s different now
Not better
Just different
Not together
.
Hasn’t become easier
Perhaps worse
Pain never ceases
Lost in the universe
.
Things can’t be fixed
A broken heart
Can’t be mended
Falling apart
.
But your love
That lights my way
A precious gift
Fears to allay
.
Treasured Angel son
xxxxxx
Quite a few surfers enjoying the waves
Grey skies over Porthmeor
Riding the wave
Clean sets rolling in
The pain doesn’t goes away, we learn to live with it.
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So very, very true…….. unfortunately.
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