Life rarely allows us, perfect. Sometimes we must allow that
what we think should be, will not. At best, we have "now", the chance
Of living well.
The chance of living a best, often does need to encompass
A “without”. Memories enhanced by love known, a place to grow,
Live and thrive.
Sometimes “without" is truly that. My Dear is gone and even with
Cherished memories, mine will never ask of a future, as, my
Dear is gone.
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