emilybwrites

I walk alone.Everyone has goneand left me.When will my time also come?I pass my old home,remember the cracked leatherof the sofaand the way my cockier spanielused to curl up at ...

The sun peeks outfrom behind the fluffy whiteShines on my faceand warms my soulright down to my toesThe beams burstfrom their cumulus prison.Pockets of sunshinedot the sidewalkand cast shadows

I can seetheir shadowsand heartheir murmurs.They whispertheir secretssoftly,in my ear.They complainthat I amthe only oneto listen to them.They wanderthe earth,moaningfor eternityIf onlyI couldhelp the