We talked with eyes focused on us alone, Love in our way, looked in the shops talked about the prices and sometimes way things where. Cup of tea , cappuccino for Loving companion. Yesterday was silent deeply quiet, the days pretty long. Now time speeds by. Me in the way l do. Began to wonder a while ago. Now openly talk about.
"When l'm gone".
LIFE passed so quickly this style of internment ministry brought me to many places, so many people, so many special moments.
Sometimes we think communicating message to others but perhaps only your Brain understands. There is never with this friend of mine, never time when feel stressed as l can talk with openness. Recognising trust we have gained with each other.
The mystery
Will be there after you're gone.
Like Bookends keeping in a familiar place. Place of support and trust. It's the youngsters world now. My thoughts have turned their in my body and mind.
"When your gone, the Air you breathed,will be there when your gone. three score years and ten of joy and pain .Adds up to mayflies on the windowpane".
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