I’ve now been living in my little rented cottage for a year. So much is different from the trauma of a year ago and yet some of it is the same! I’ve gained readers here on my little blog. I’ve lost readers – those whose lives have changed for whatever reasons.
The way I write has changed! The focus hasn’t though!
Do I still think about Alex? Clearly yes or I wouldn’t pose the question. Do I miss him? Yes and No. I’m honest. No point in not being!
Anyway in honour of my year here in this wonderful little home. This building which has somehow protected me these last 12 months when protection is what I needed. Protection from myself as well as from the all the pain, I’ve thrown together a rather bad attempt at a few poetic lines!!!
A year is so much more than the days it contains
A year passes fast and heals – though some sadness still remains.
A year moves us from where we were to this place of here and now
We blink, it happened. It’s surprising to question “How?”
So be careful, dear friend, the one who visits here
Time moves fast – soon it will be now again – this time next year.
Although we wish what happened hadn’t been the way it was
We must grab time and use it – Not say “I can’t….because….”