Saving Her Spots

And, so, she said her goodbye…both one and the same of how she arrived. The pitter, the patter, the sound of her small breath. Eyes sinking to slumber, and away she went. Oh, you took a part of me, when you...when you left. I was so glad to see a part of me went along in the end. Todays string, fiddles and flutes, here I am, still breathing for us. And, as I live, I always will. There will be another time… But, there will never be another you. So, here I am still breathing for us. And, as I live, I always will. https://www.wormintruder.com