Mary E. Lee11.06.2002
all that is of my savior10.28.2002
Looking back at the photographs, I see the same distant look in your eyes. It was as if you had been born with sorrow. You kept it in your heart forever, unleashing it the only way you knew how. It took so long to learn how to cry, and then how not to.
when i was with you
i see my feet
i see angels