this is my seventh day here my seventh night
my first night here alone except for Orlando who stays close to me when her boy is gone
truthfully I cannot even stand to look out the back where my beloved disappeared into the forest
seven days ago
seven days ago
and it's so cold 18 degrees
and now tears
and now wailing
and no one to hear
I feel utterly alone
I feel utterly lonely
my first night here alone except for Orlando who stays close to me when her boy is gone
truthfully I cannot even stand to look out the back where my beloved disappeared into the forest
seven days ago
seven days ago
and it's so cold 18 degrees
and now tears
and now wailing
and no one to hear
I feel utterly alone
I feel utterly lonely
posted by Radish King at 7:00 PM
7 Comments:
I am not there but I am here. I am holding you tightly in my heart.
My arms wrapped tight around you. I'm crying with you, for you, for your love.
I am here too, arms around you too. When will your son be back? Maybe tomorrow you can go and have breakfast at the place you like. And just sit for a while watching people. I don't mean to give advice. But being around other humans, even unknown ones, can help sometimes. I wish I were there to keep you company in your grief.
I love you R and know that lonliness of Big Bear being somewhere else. My love is watching over you😪
Praying that he has found refuge somewhere. You are not alone in your grief. All of us here love you.
Xoxo
Barbara
You're not alone, and neither is your Little Bear.
Both of you are loved.
I am so sorry, I do hope he comes back xxx
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