What do I know? As this bed holds me because you won't-
does the couch comfort you better than I? all over a predicament you walked yourself right into.
I cried at work today, again. I wish
but wishing never got me anywhere.
Nothing's changed... I wish it would
but sometimes things do- like a plane ticket to Seattle and new arms- a new life.
I can't.
I won't.
But God put his hands on my shoulders as I fell apart,  the pieces are his to swallow so that maybe I can be close to his heart, a place to dull the ache..