We Cracked Up Together, Which Was Necessary,

Every Parent Who Loses A Child Finds A Way To Laugh Again. The Timbre Begins To Fade. The Edge Dulls. The Hurt Lessens. Every Love Is Carved From Loss. Mine Was. Yours Is. Your Great-great-great-children's Will Be. But We Learn To Live With That Love.

We Talked About Nothing In Particular, But It Felt Like We Were Talking About The Most Important Things.

...the Meaning Of My Thoughts Started To Float Away From Me, Like Leaves That Fall From A Tree Into A River, I Was The Tree, The World Was The River.

How Did Her Life Live Itself Without Her.

The Mistakes I've Made Are Dead To Me. But I Can't Take Back The Things I Never Did.