A Little Hump Day Hope

these are not times for the weak at heart.

How weird and cyclically all these people are connected to me and to each other, in ways they probably don’t know about.

Hope 1.

For a friend I hold dear

For his mum

For things to work out the way that is deemed best

And for her to get her rest.

Hope 2.

For a babe so beautiful and cute

I can’t wait to hold you tight and look in your big eyes

Hope 3.

That you’re okay

In your long warm sunny days

That are no longer near at all

But way more free than ever before

Hope 4.

For a friend, a little sad today. I’m sorry my friend. Be a little brave, and kick your heels a little. Just like you’ve reminded me to do before. You were brave and fearless in the face of a great uncertainty. I applaud you.

For you, today’s SOTD.

Torch – anm

I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything and the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling and our debriefs at end of day

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

I miss your neck and your gait and your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling and your fun and charming friends
Miss our big sur getaways
And to watch you love my dogs

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

One step one prayer I soldier on, simulating moving on

I miss your warmth and the thought of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that walks with your stick-tied handkerchief

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

These are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down my torch for you like this

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