I haven’t seen summer since you left. Seasons have drifted into seasons, But summer has yet to show Her sweet, soft, full, beautiful face.
Heartbreak, Drip Drop. Heartbeat, Skip stop. Earthquake, Bleak Break. Grief-funk, must make Everything Weird. Last night, mistakes. Today, heartaches. Tonight, re-takes. Grief-funk, just makes Everything Weird.
Proof: Can’t physically check email Decided to sell my car Losing /caring for my mom Opened a Jewelry Store ...Y’all covid is insane... Any advice on survival is welcome.
“She is so strong,” The echo came From one nurse to Next, always the same. From long blood and Lines of strength she Came. Bringing the flood And a spirit so free. My beauty, my girl, My Arrie-Marie