Letters to Chris · Thoughts and More

Dreamland Visitor

You were in my dream I dreamt of you. You’re on my mind In every thought Always. This was the first time you have appeared in my dreams In dreamland. I was surprised because it was recent you In a wheelchair With cancer you Against time you. I always expected to see pre all this… Continue reading Dreamland Visitor

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Days Are Just Days

He asked how I was feeling, the doctor I saw him ’cause I’m not ready to go back to work yet, Can’t think about anything except surviving. ‘Sad’ I said, I feel sad. All of the time. Every waking moment. It’s the only word I can find to use It doesn’t even cover it, Just… Continue reading Days Are Just Days

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Your Thursday

I wake. Before the alarm. Of course before the alarm Now always before the alarm. The sadness that took hold the day you left remains, ever-present Lays heavy in my heart. I take a deep breath I go to the loo. We get breakfast Sam is going to nursery Matt takes him ’cause I can’t… Continue reading Your Thursday

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It caught up

It caught up Time. Quicker than we were ever expecting. I thought we had more of it Still hoped that your sheer stubbornness would defy all the odds That you could still be the exception. Never wanting to believe that I would ever be here without you. Never wanting to think about a life without… Continue reading It caught up