So many have gone now, and taken small chunks out of my heart. I dream about them
sometimes, and smile upon the memory, and sadden at the reality.
Could it be that we shall meet again on some bright day? Each have walked
this crooked road at different bends with me. I shall raise a glass
to all of our bitter smiles and our sweet tears. Goodnight and joy be to you all.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019