Next Wednesday it will be twenty years since our wedding day but when Andrew died the clock stopped at sixteen years, six months, six days and a little under 3 hours.
On Wednesday there will be little to actually “celebrate” but the memories have already started churning, which is probably why last night I dreamt of Andrew.
It doesn’t happen very often. To be honest I try NOT to even think of him too much because it hurts. I fill my days with other distractions, most notably at the moment the Musketeers.
But I’ve written a poem and this seems as good a place as any to share it because I’ve never been one for keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself….
you wandered through my dreams last night
disturbing my deepest thoughts
I know I can never escape you
and although it often brings some comfort
to imagine you are always watching
seeing you again
makes me miss you
far too much
|rings no longer worn - kept forever together in a draw|