Crying while driving - not like last year. Intense feelings - in short stanzas.
Where do I fit in this parking lot? A rock? A car? A complacent parking attendant? An old piece of gum peeled off the bottom of your shoe? Maybe I am one of those parking guys that usher you in with a high powered beam = come on, keep movin! Perhaps I am the lucky penny = fallen from one's pocket.
I miss my husband, I miss the life we shared. I miss TOM'S HUMANITY. Your laugh.
What is Paradise? Love? Literature? Dreams? Striving to understand the mysteries of life?
Just here. Making meaning from profound loss.