Stacy's Garden

Lost

 

Above and beyond those pearly gates she comes a quarter to eight. Never late never early but on time and always smiling. Nothing to say and nothing to hide. Nothing to do but sit and cry. Love be so gentle and love be so hard.  Love be so kind but not that far. Thoughts drift from time to time leaving the ones that take time. Time opening that door of pain yet to sit in vain. Never to kill never to die never to say your last good bye.

By. Merria Reitz

 

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