Husband

I hear your stepscoming up the stairs. Sense your smiletickling down my spine. Your stepsget

the medical team treats my husband as a precious chick in a nest of linens

without my husband I’m lost being in the world looking to fit in without my

on the way to the bus, i found a lion lying in the street waiting

my husband is back from the depth of his – where my husband is back

first, i put my basket in a huge cart, and head for the pineapple watermelon

Whenever I sweep the floor I find a piece of the bowl my hubby shattered.