Poem #339

You are a gift that keeps on giving.
Giving light, love, poems and heart.

Even after you were gone, I was pulling
the ribbons, uncovering new dimensions to our story.

You left a love that lingers, touch that’s
forever present and a soul filled with desire.
For that I still write, for that I still hug my pillow at night
for that I look for someone to burn with me the way you have.

For you, because of us, I still believe in love.


11 replies on “Poem #339”

You sure made my insides go ballistic a bit after reading this. Especially the last line. That’s what I’m having trouble fitting in my brain. But a part of my common sense wants to agree. I guess Another bigger part of me is being stubborn. 😅

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