I didn’t know it at the time, but this is why I stuck around.
To feel the warmth of the setting sun bathe my skin.
To drive home from dinner with a great friend with the windows down,
a stomach full of spinach dip, and a heart full of love.
Not to know where the air ends and my skin begins.
To have someone echo back to you the words you leave unspoken.
To feel the birds chirp and to open your arms to the beauty of the world.
To experience life in a way only those can who have been close to losing it.
love your poem, Jill
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Thank you! X
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This is beautiful! I admire those who can write moving poetry. 🙂
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Aw thank you!
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That’s just beautiful and poignant yet so full of joy 😊
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Aw thank you!
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