cleaved

Sometimes I’m hard on myself

Sometimes I can’t get enough

Sometimes I’m in so much pain, I can’t speak

Sometimes I miss my old life

(but sometimes I’m happy now)

Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here

Sometimes I know my strength (sometimes)

Sometimes the cleaving is more than I can bear

I remember us laughing, playing, and talking endlessly sometimes

Sometimes I forget

Sometimes I listen to your playlists to remember

And sometimes I count the days until…

I wish I were better at math.

I’m making a playlist for my October 2024 project. This is the song for today.

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A Blessing

May your tender memories bring you strength, dear reader.