Oh, the softness you are.
The sweet story of you
whistled through my pages,
the sharpest sorrow, bringing me to
life.
There is nothing more beautiful
than the glistening shards
of a lifetime of broken hearts
melting together again.
This softness,
this story of two best friends,
fills my heart with quiet.
When the roar is over
there is only me
smiling softly.
And you,
somewhere.
Somewhere in time
gone by.
Sweet Love.
I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there
traveling lightly in the fields of life,
towards home.
I have loved you sweetly
with the quiet of me,
my heart, my soul, my muse.
I will wait. Here.
In the fields of our forever.
I will wait.
Some days I miss you.
Just because I do.
But also because I have loved you to the Milky Way and back again, all these human days of deep and wild and free.
Two souls searching for each other in the air between it all, longing for something more than everything.
Do you remember? Catching each other’s every word, every song, every moment as though we’d just caught a star?
Some people call it love, the wind that we became, but not us. We called it magic. Love never did seem to paint the light and shade of us quite the way we were.
And so some days I miss you.
Beautiful friend.
I think there will always be days that I miss you.
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