Where is that soft shoulder to lean on?
The night seems less friendly and more menacing after loss.
The shoulder a little less soft due to the loss experienced
But the song "The Garden" keeps wafting on in my brain.
I come alone at an early morning dew time
It is still sort of dark and cold in this in between time
And alone. but am I ?
I am getting better, It is loss recognized but not my friend
Never my friend.
