the road
July 28, 2014 at 3:22 pm 9 comments
…
the
space
between
his house
and
mine
…
is a road of tears floating me home…
alone.
…
Sunday night – July 27
…
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1.
Morgan | July 28, 2014 at 3:28 pm
Love this ..I relate 😉
2.
words4jp | July 28, 2014 at 9:09 pm
For me it is the same road. I know they come back, but it is always hard to say good bye, even if it is only a little while.
3.
InfiniteZip | July 28, 2014 at 3:59 pm
Thinking of you my friend;) peace and love sent.
4.
words4jp | July 28, 2014 at 9:05 pm
Thank you:)
5.
hitandrun1964 | July 28, 2014 at 4:37 pm
Sigh:( It will be better soon. Beautiful poem.
6.
words4jp | July 28, 2014 at 9:04 pm
Written as I was driving home last night…..;)
7.
richardankerswrites | July 28, 2014 at 6:01 pm
Sad but beautiful
8.
lumar1298 | July 29, 2014 at 9:53 pm
Beautiful… Hope you’re not experiencing it though…
9.
words4jp | July 30, 2014 at 12:39 am
In a way I do. Each time I drive my boys to their father’s house. I know they are coming back, but i never cease to be sad on the drive which is usually Sunday nights.