A whisper at your shoulder,
A cloud in your smile.
A dark companion,
Silent at your side.
How do you unknow
What you know?
How do you not hear
The stealthy stalker at your back?
How do you laugh, sing, love
With this shadow on your mind?
How do you dance with death?
LIVE.
Deep
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Different from my usual posts 🙂
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My word was the same as Stephanie’s.
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Hopefully, not too sad for a Saturday morning 🙂
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No, not too sad. It’s always in the back of our minds.
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So, it’s not just me? 🙂
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I’m well past 60, so the subject is inevitable.
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I’m 64. More years behind us than ahead…not liking that idea much 😦
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