Her ghost was quieter than she.
￼ Falling petals land Like the snows of Winters past The sound of our bliss
￼ The still of nature Dandelions whispering Goodbye to their seeds
“How do you choose when you know that choice will hurt? How can you side with someone who is wrong?” “It’s simple,” said the old lady, “you don’t.” Instantly, the crushing weight of expectation lifted, the breaths came again. I was me, not them and silence would be my shield.
Love is this She said leaning in Just listen Listen good As I’ll say it only once ….. That silence was love