And I still feel
your touch and
can see you walking
down the beach toward
the rest of your life, leaving
me to figure out what to
do with the rest of mine.
You oozed sweet
charm in the most quiet
of ways, and caught me
more unaware than
I knew.
Caring without
asking, loving without
demanding, looking out
for me when I didn’t even
know I was almost lost.
Hand prints on
the sand, sifting
memories that still
seem too fresh of interludes
too brief, feelings so strong
and you knowing more
about me than I thought
you possibly could.
and I thank you -
even now.
your touch and
can see you walking
down the beach toward
the rest of your life, leaving
me to figure out what to
do with the rest of mine.
You oozed sweet
charm in the most quiet
of ways, and caught me
more unaware than
I knew.
Caring without
asking, loving without
demanding, looking out
for me when I didn’t even
know I was almost lost.
Hand prints on
the sand, sifting
memories that still
seem too fresh of interludes
too brief, feelings so strong
and you knowing more
about me than I thought
you possibly could.
and I thank you -
even now.
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