I know you walk past the house each day and see, your stuff, my stuff, our stuff, put out on the curb for garbage. What does it make you think? Do you care? How does it make you feel? Oh, I forgot, you don’t know how to feel.
The evening settled on us like a welcome mediator. Dimming the stark reality, hushing tones, and muffling our harsh thoughts. I heard a sigh and wondered if it was another unspoken apology or merely a step closer to the door.
I think I originally wrote this in 2015 but recently found it in my files. I immediately thought of the valiant struggle that a blogger friend of mine is currently experiencing. With that thought in mind, blessings to everyone out there who struggles late at night in the dark.