by Sapphos Sister
I took your hand at your auntie's grave,
your breezy sables wan,
for sennight I held you dear 'til day,
when all sensate had gone,
You couldn't speak, save devotedly,
and held me to the task,
of guarding you from misery,
when you couldn't hold the masque.
I'm feeling you. This is exactly how I felt after my first marriage ended. It's hard to suck up the fear and move on, but that being said, good things await. I love this one.
in the middle of one more breakup, with the thought of becoming "the crazy cat lady" staring me in the face (and i already have a cat...)-good to remember we have to take the chance...and falling...fly
Love the ending. Can't let the stuff--stiff you. Me likes, bunches sister. One dozen bigerest *roses*