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cherokee, connection, destiny, dreams, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, memory, old maps, passion, postmark, reason, restless, southern, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering
take my rings
and buy a sunset
souvenirs of yesterday
sell the bed –
to give me heaven
flannel ships to sail away
brighter stars
beyond the ceiling
told me once
their every name –
take the silks
but the spare the story
softer now – the dying flame
promise sweet
as monday morning
turn the mattress –
write it down
where we’ll be
when next remembered –
love we made
of moments now
trade my locks
for winter roosters –
sell the skates
from down the hall
leave the door
a bit more open
lest I miss you after all
of consequence
and one time leaving
there the empty shelves
are bared
sunlight stills
the morning after –
kept in pieces everywhere
thought you knew
I’d wait another
lifetimes more without the proof
two steps backward
into shadows –
spare the love
but take the truth
…
tornadoday 
Empty shelves; full heart
Closed doors; opened arms
Alive ends; dead starts
Between the poles; a story of love that charms
This piece has touched my deepest deep; much love
o yes………. 😀 and found myself this way before, between the bedroom and the door, and wondered which step would take the longest……….. Love comes in through the window when every door is locked. Thank you, Mira. ~ My love to you always, Bobbie