I lick my dry lips. I long for the quenching relief, to flow into my mouth and refresh my soul but even this is denied me. It's early on Valentine's Day 2006 but I'm not awake for some romantic action or loving experience. I'm heading to the hospital as soon as I get ready.
The dripping of the faucet after my shower reminds me of my mission, to stop
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I'll appreciate your kind words..I'm "ok now"...but like any loss...you move on but you don't ever fully forget. Thanks for commenting.
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AW
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It's over 6 years ago now that it happened. The baby I guess is only a memory but I won't forget him.
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**bigger hugs**
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I really hope drama around you is easing up!!
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*hugs*
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