We Are All Stories
We Are All Stories
He chose another direction to walk,
She was numb, still like a rock.
She woke up,
derived strength from deep within,
And yet his thoughts raised her skin.
As years passed and pages flipped,
And from her hands, all the cherished moments slipped.
She realised she still owned the memories,
And from then on, in her mind,
They are a living story!
