You thought you were home free...

Not so much. I have to post this because it's what I feel. Yesterday I had some time between my shopping and my counseling session so I went to Eisenhauer park for a hike. There's a creek that runs through this park and on one of the trails there's a rocky ledge over the creek where I like to sit and think. I sat there yesterday and wept. I wept because I felt lonely. I wept because I remembered last year's Thanksgiving and how happy it was. I wept because I'm still hurting inside. So, I wrote the following:

I sit on moss covered rocks

And I weep for you.

What comfort are the knotted ancient trees?
What comfort is the brisk autumn air?

What comfort is the golden carpet of leaves?

What comfort is the bright open sky?

I cannot be comforted;

You are not with me.

Only time works diligently

To repair what we tore apart.

Only time can make me strong.

Until then,

I will sit on moss covered rocks

And I will weep for you.

Dramatic? Yes. But surely ya'll have come to expect that from me by now. Next post will be about volunteering at SAAF this morning and then Thanksgiving dinner at Chris's!