It’s always said that the new moon is the perfect time for a new beginning. Ironically, it coincided with the start of my prison sentence.
The autumn snow fell in colours of gold and brown and rust, crunching underfoot, like the dried bones of the dead.
Tired, so tired…can’t keep my eyes open…can’t go on…must stop fighting…time to give in…to give up the ghost…
I couldn’t believe it.
He was the love of my life and I never told him.
Now he’s gone and my heart’s in pieces.