March 16,2018
My heart is racing.
A question I couldn't answer.
A question I do not want to read.
My love, are you tired?
My love, wouldn't you wait?
Tears falling.
Frustrations creeping.
My love, I was wrong.
You couldn't wait.
A little of blocking.
A little of moving on.
A little of forgetting.
But...
How can I do that?
