1/14/2017 18:16


It is funny how
such a small second,
sparking,
can slip
into my mind
You mean more to me than the sun
I worry that this is silly
But I know no more of you
Then I know of the sun,
Bright Stranger.
I bloom like dandelions in fall,
Basking in the memory of
The Laughter we used to share,
And stretching towards the hope
That we will laugh together again.
Bright, soft, dreams
age and fall.
but softly so.
With hope.
Do you remember,
I wonder
When we used to sing?

Until then,
Take care my love.

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