I look at the ceiling because the door is closed.
\nThe path I saw in our future has been diverted.
\nI still hold her hand.
\nHer hand still holds mine.
\nBut they will never hold the same way again.<\/p>\n
A weight on my shoulders,
\nA dark cloud over my head,
\nPart of me wants to lie down and cry.
\nI hear her voice ring,
\n\u201cThere is always light at the end of the tunnel.\u201d
\nHowever dim it might seem, the light is there.<\/p>\n
A token on her finger, a reminder:
\nNo matter what,
\nNo matter when,
\nNo matter how, I will always love you.<\/p>\n
Sleep the sleep of angels tonight\u2014
\nOur door is closed, but many others remain open.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I look at the ceiling because the door is closed. The path I saw in our future has been diverted. I still hold her hand. Her hand still holds mine. But they will never hold the same way again. A weight on my shoulders, A dark cloud over my head, Part of me wants to … <\/p>\n