Letters to Chris · Thoughts and More

A Peg for Your Coat

Your coat still hangs in the cupboard under the stairs. I’ve cleared it out so now it’s on the peg Rather than just dumped on top of all the crap. I found a t-shirt that smelt of you. Dirty obviously, at the bottom of a bag of clothes I’ve folded it and put it in… Continue reading A Peg for Your Coat

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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