3 years ago1,000+ Views
all of us try to reconcile loss - it sometimes takes longer and reveals more than you thought. a kiss opens the door Boy, I sure miss that little guy, and it hurts inside, sometimes. I do try, and try, but no matter what, every now and then, I cry. How long before the it subsides, and when does it go away. What purpose is served, tugging and tearing, keeping the heart at bay. Warm tears churn a mist, that spirit may come. My cheek's softly kissed, 'where did that come from?' The softening of my hardened core. Impenetrable walls open through this door. I have my answer its time to move on. My lost little prancer isn't really gone. a kiss opens the door - Click