As she turned off the old lamp she caught a glimpse of her tired eyes staring back from the mirror her life flashes before her eyes lifes regrets fill her heart her once strong words no longer carry their weight as she closes her eyes for another long empty night the final cold winter sets deep within her bones
It’s the clouds at times that remind me of you. The sun, the moon. The wind. The here and now. The past. Almost everything. Sometimes, there just aren’t enough words. But, you’re still gone and nothing can change that.