I can hear the city bellowing outside
and Wednesday is groaning out
a lingering goodbye
I am watching your breath rise,
grateful for the air in your lungs
they sing the sun to me
they sing
and there is no longing here
not now, in this calm
there is only the bliss
etched on your skin;
permeating my own
and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within
I pour my hopes into a
thought
I let it sit
and learn time does stop
after all
– sheila c.
Love this!!!
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Thank you, so glad you like it. ❤️
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Great poem!
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Thank you!
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Thank you for being so kind to read so many of my poems. I always look forward to your posts. Your poems are excellent; visceral, to be sure, but also poetically meritorious. I feel your pain through them, and I hope you can be with people who value you, who give to you instead of just take. Best wishes.
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