The goodbyes that hurt most, are the ones we never got to say. Those linger, dying on trembling lips, over and over again.
Grief is a Storm
We are not promised a life without pain. What we are promised is that we are not alone in the storm.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
The goodbyes that hurt most, are the ones we never got to say. Those linger, dying on trembling lips, over and over again.
We are not promised a life without pain. What we are promised is that we are not alone in the storm.