My thoughts of you are slowly changing shape and form.
They are beginning to appear less conventional,
Less expected,
Less commonly accepted.
They are beginning to bring me joy,
In place of sadness.
They are still shaky,
And I'm not quite ready to defend them.
Or even to articulate them.
But I am enjoying their obscurity.
And oh boy, am I admiring your wings.
Love always.
Me.
3 comments:
With flight, comes freedom. xx
Remembering the happy times is a major step forward in the long process of grieving. My heart is with you. x
No need to defend them. To anyone. Ever.
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