This evening at sixish will mark the third week of the passing of Lewis aka Zyskandar. I felt him leave. I knew he had gone and stated the fact as I stared out into the mist. Into a twisted tree out the window. He came to check in on me, somehow he let me know of his passing.
We were married at sixish, he passed into the realm of , and his hand in mine cooled at sixish.
I was loved, am still loved by my warrior ~ poet
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