Thoughts moving me through the canals of your enduring spirits;
Brightening my memories of you…
Heartless suffering for everlasting love;
Anxious impatience to reminisce with past souls;
Loneliness slung away for a brighter light;
Guiding you into the arms of our saviour…
Clairvoyant dreams existing in due time;
Distant from the likes of you and me;
Our love strengthened from this celestial golden thread;
Tying us to each other’s love for eternity
“Good I see you made it,” Anny said, approaching me from her office.
She went to get us coffee. I stood up from the wheelchair and looked down at a thick deep cushioned, wooden arm chair, upholstered with a dark red velvet fabric. I sat down in the chair to wait for her to return. My eyes were drawn to a tiny table, nestled in the corner of the room, facing her desk.