after the fire

i remeber that first Christmas. the laughing and joy that we both had. it seemed like everything we both had been looking for was finally found…

forward one year…

the laughing and joy was gone. it was two people doing things because thats what we were supposed to be doing as a married couple. 

forward another year…

it was a cold and lonely year…for both of us. and then she was gone.

memories are many times great but they also can be your worst enemy.  they hang around holding to us not wanting to let go of us. but i also hold on to those times not wanting them to slip thru my fingers. 


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