Shelley 7/7 2009

Shelley,


I look in the mirror
and see a person
that may be me

she
looks like me

somewhat older
working on being thinner
an ex drinker
(ah but still a smoker
well I am not a saint!)

I do not understand
who I am anymore

part of my soul
has been ripped out
by your murder

I think
maybe
you have
a piece of my soul
with your soul

maybe
it is something you
can wrap around yourself
and know
you are loved

it is a comfort

I will think of it like that
I can live with that

in my half shadow world

with a piece missing


XX always