Eighty Miles An Hour

Attempting to look ahead at life is like trying to see through a windshield without wipers on a car going eighty miles an hour. Yet looking through the rear view mirror is mostly clear. I did not realize how much I loved you until you were gone. It makes me weep to remember. C.S.

It relieves me not, crying over you,
While in the endless silence of night
The dawn creeps forward
Shunning the darkness in light.
My tears waste away into nothingness,
While my soul reaches for you
My arms betray their strength
Trembling, wishing for us two.
From “I Cry Over You, My Love” By Mistress of Eternity

Time Heals...

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