Together until hats and Sabres, scarves andAmmo belts tilt and Fall or thrown

A woman filled with the emptiness of a life alone. Returns to the trusty table Her confidant, solid and true.

I'm there in your thoughts. As you think of our memories

So I asked her how she got that scar on her chin… She blushed then answered… My mind had already raced ahead

Sometimes I want to be a baby. A baby in a cocoon cocoon

Coping is the moments in between. The tiny moments when I am focused,