Monday, May 24, 2010

The Chain

I knew the night would come, I just didn't know quite when. The night when I would sit down and face it, grieve it, believe it and try and move on. Sitting alone on this couch I wish I could do something, change something, say something, anything to make something different, to make what happened better or erase it or let go of it.

Does it ever leave you?