she read what he wrote again
that Friday in Memphis
a story of old
when everything was good and everything was gold
they talked about growing old
together, forever
then came the heartbreak without explanation
her heart raced in pace in anticipation as she traveled to see his face
or so she thought
the trail of road
turned into another trail of tears
why this pain…
why these years…
why these tears…
to become stronger?
to remember everything happens for a reason?
to stop blaming herself when she knows she’s not the reason?
Tags: Another Trail of Tears
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