Let this heart I wear
on my sleeve
draw all of its letters in the sand…
not just the ones I think
you
will like me for.
And in that sand, let there be
scribbles of the past, the present,
and the future;
a million perfect letters
tumbling all about my day
teaching me,
quite slowly,
just who it is I am meant to be.
I am no longer searching
for anything, or anyone.
Somehow
I just know.
I’ve found the thing
I never knew I needed to find.
A tiny home at the edge of my sleeve.
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