the golden sphere of memories
with outer shells so soft that
drift and fade and escape and
disappear leaving only a chunk
so solid in form to never burn or
leave or change that holds your
love that can't be robbed.
November was a weird month, my bag being stolen set the tone. Dad's old court case resurfaced which I keep trying to forget exists :P Next April will be two years since he passed. I can't quite believe two years have gone without him or that his grave still doesn't have a headstone or that we still haven't wrapped up his business. Last night I couldn't sleep, dreaming of our front doorbell being pressed. Excited nervousness about testing for a pregnancy in the morning (that would turn out to be negative). Lying awake in bed, I noticed my whole body vibrating as if tiny little charges were being set off all over. I nearly woke Ben up but I decided to just be curious and lie with it.
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