...and my first published poem!
You are so right. Grief stays beside us our whole lives and becomes the backseat passenger. You never know when it’s going to try and drive, because it’s always there right behind you. I can’t believe I used a driving metaphor… Love you. Love this.
You are so right. Grief stays beside us our whole lives and becomes the backseat passenger. You never know when it’s going to try and drive, because it’s always there right behind you. I can’t believe I used a driving metaphor… Love you. Love this.