My baby left the building, more than just physically and before he actually moved out. And in the losing of him perhaps I found something of me. That’s not an acceptable cost, though the personal change is positive – I’m fairly certain.
More reflective, less judgemental, more compassionate, no expectations. Subdued and solitary. Soft heart, strong strong protection instinct. I see me in the mirror these days. I don’t even know who used to be there.
Be grateful for what you have, and be kind to others – everyone is going through something.
to my darling boy
when you’re ready come on home
let’s repair hearts
and, what’s this all about?