And really that is all I have to say . . .
Today I went through Dallas and decided to stop by the cemetery.
This is the first time I've been here that there hasn't been a mound of sand or even just a sprig of grass here and there.
But today the grass is grown over and somehow that hit me like a ton of bricks.
His body in the ground wasn't enough evidently but now that the grass has grown over its real.
All my hopes of being enough
Of him wanting me.
They are gone.
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