Different

Standard

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

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