Sometimes I include you,
Without even meaning to.
Your spirit is never too far away,
I thought for sure you went astray.
I’ll be cooking a delicious dish
And think, “He’d surely love this.”
Or I’d find your old clothes,
And remember you wore those.
I hope you are well and happy,
Ending this now before it gets sappy.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
