Waiting…
… for each day to pass, for her suffering to end.
… for each next day to start, wondering what it would bring.
… for the moments our physical needs overrides our tired minds.
… for the day I will wear my charms again every day, as it just don’t feel right to do so now.
Waiting… for our life to return to normal, whatever ‘normal’ means.
© Rebel’s Notes
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