Serenity is now a memory of that space filled. Memories of serenity fill my space. My space is now memories of serenity….
We were each other’s serenity. In each other we were serene. Serenity was being with each other.
Now it is my memory that provides me the serenity of knowing he is still there in the space of my heart once whole.
All text and images © Dale Schierbeck
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