Love here on earth
Love beyond the grave
There are no roads
My love for you can't pave.
R.I.P. Cookie Memorial
There is this nothingness that has rolled into my home. At first it was once in a while and then every night I would get up from bed and just stay up for hours and not really go to sleep. When Philip works late I don't see him except for that hour in between where he's kicked his shoes off and is about to call it a night-- the brief conversations that we get without hearing the ticking sound in the back.