Rest stop…

First it arrived – a rest stop

Then, it was occupied

Too soon he left

It was empty –

Then only indents –

A shadow

Memories…

Hello – if you saw my post from April 3, you will know that I am in the process of grieving the loss of my father – who passed away suddenly, but not unexpectedly. So this is going to be a short entry for my World Poetry Month and one of my shorter posts…