Hopefully, it’s a boomerang.

Poetry

I don’t need 1000 pictures

to hold these memories.

Yet even so that would fail

to tell the story,

fail to capture the whirlwind,

I was sinking

before you sailed in….

Remember?

Things were different before

I took a chance, early hours,

embraced the dark.

Until it lifted,

one kindred soul

can make two hearts whole.

It’s the little things that I remember.

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