Don't hold on to yesterday, don't hold on to pain - Give it up

The last time I saw Poco was over 20 years ago. We left him on the interstate with a 6-pack and 20 bucks. Off on his journey, hitch-hiking to his destination somewhere on the coast. He made it after a bit more wandering. Our link, bond, thread - his brother, my husband. He died in '82. Poco & I never lost each other. We each needed to heal in our own way, our own time. That time has passed. It's so good to have him back.