Watched you.
Prayed hard.
Let go.
Last chance.
didn’t know.
12:00 mn
W/o a word.
Broke the news.
sank slowly
Harder and harder.
Felt the pain.
Years passed.
Pain’s the same.
Still missing you.
So much missing you.
Love you much.
so much…
…you’re still here.

Ecclesiastes 3:1,2a,3b,4,5b,6,7b,8

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1,2a,3b,4,5b,6,7b,8


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s