a prison that i will be visiting tomorrow
actually, correction -
a correctional facility -
and i stumble across a blog
fueled by a desperate wife
missing her husband
hopefully getting parole in
1 year
7 months
4 weeks
3 days
18 hours
and 57
56
55 seconds
so that she can sleep in his arms again.
and i cant help but hope
that God finds a way to dry her tears
and hold her tight
if worse comes to worse
as things quite often do
and two years from now
the pillow on the
other side of the bed
is still as cold as it has been
in previous years past
