Thick & Thin

My love was thick. Her faith was thin. Somewhere in the middle is where life found us. I claimed her when I was a boy. I held her until I was a man. She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between. Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life. They say time heals all wounds, but not for me. Not when my heart is empty. Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless fac...