Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Tipping Point

One thousand and five days you were here
One thousand and five days you've been gone
I knew I would mark this day, if only in thought
I worked out when it would come

It has been taunting me and now it is here
A day that means something and nothing, yet something
This is the tipping point
And I don't like it.


  1. I dont have any words, just wanted you to know I have read

  2. Thinking of you today, and tomorrow on your one thousand and sixth day. Extra cuddles for Pickle and Wotsit I think. xx