comes a time
pressed into
the memory of leaving
names and places
thought erased
by getting on –
by dying
from moments
unrepentant
truth returns another lie
trust was once
so easy –
now denied
words succumb
to silence
an echoed I love you
whispers
as the morning wakes –
to beckon me anew
. . .
Wow. Amazing work
Beautiful message, elegantly penned, My Dear!!!
xoxoxo
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And another morning, and another, and another………. 💜 to you darlin’ girl.