i got a poem from you.
a delightful return on a gift given freely.
we preservationists hold on
to things. to people. to memories. and hopes.
so those rare moments
when we genuinely watch a door open. and close.
without needing to control,
or force, or coerce. are golden. those relationships dear.
so in the end. there is no need for apologies. and yes, maybe it's time.
2 comments:
soft, kind freedom in this poem.
thank you. i hold this person really gently and so i am glad that the softness is felt. i hope they feel it too.
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