Regret

My betrayal of you comes as a silent voice lost as the many years gone by No sound breaks it’s bitter spell that lingers haunting on. Your betrayal of me I’m drowning in it’s dream of harsh cold mocking eyes that blink to turn mellow and warm Yearning yet for what could have been. Advertisements

Mind your Busy-ness

My precious Aunty Liz died today.I guess I am feeling a bit strange.  I have known for the past three weeks she was slipping away. I was preparing to travel down for the funeral.  Now today being told the decision is: there will be no funeral. No Funeral. When I pressed I got a vague […]