rather fears that is the case.

it is only the mourning that we were willing to compromise our wants and needs from a place where they were singular.

Its like having this great park bench to yourself, you can put your stuff on it, you can put your feet up on it... and when someone coems to

sit, we look over, we move over, we put our feet on teh ground, we pick our things up so they may sit...

We compromise our space and offer up a seat near us. We talk to them, the bench becomes "ours"

When they go, when they get pushed off, or when they have to run to the next appointment, we mourn briefly, the space they occupied

We are reminded what it is like to share that space, and what it felt like to have them warm that spot up for us.

You will stretch out again in a beam of sunshine. You will slowly start to refill that space with your stuff... and eventually, someone else

come annoy you, and take a seat near you, and cause all these tiny compromises. <3 <3

IT will be okay But I know you know that.

bets they offer you bread.... ... and the peanut butter too <3 next time.

laughs and cries and hugs Saiyge tight... I <3 you