My day


Pleasant is the day…
Scanty wispy cirrus clouds embellish my view…
Nothing further from my thoughts of you…
As the day drifts on…
So does my mnemonic desire of you…
Feathered, stacked in layers, poised and woken…
Unfettering madly, they chase me to no end…
It’s there, where you find me…
Without a care…
Without hesitation nor in despair…
I cerebrate about you…
Breath is the life you gave onto me…
When once of when you spoke my name…
Never have or will I hear the same…
However the smile, the smile still remains the same…
On this placid and lovely day…
Takes me to you,
When you were me, as I was you…

J.C. 1.07.20

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