Postiga Adams

“Its no longer those happy nights with long calls/ messages.
Those mornings with kiss on the forehead, the rubbing of the belly, or hearing/feeling the baby(ies) kicking.

Neither is it the smiles you see that’s pleasing and heart warming.

Heart being decrepitude into pieces. But once again there shall be the unbelievable moments of jubilation. Between two souls that were once dissociated. words of a fragmented heart ”
― Gift Postiga Adams.