Once upon a yesteryear, lies the time that you hold dear. Lost in love and free from fear… but time ticks on its cogs and gears.

If only I could make a perfectly safe space – for you, I would… wrapping you tenderly in the hidden folds of my love.

There, you’d let your anger roar and burn and rage. Your untameable grief finally caged. The pain would pulse until it ceased. The rage would burn to complete release.

The loss – an endless gaping void. The pit of grief you know avoid. All of these would fall away. In this safe space I made for you, so perfectly.