I keep thinking about battleships of words
launching
fleets of sentences
Delivering that blinding truth and the
Feeling
that only arrives
when it all comes together.
Arms spread wide,
salvos of unimaginable Light
speak for us when mere
words
failed.
In a town like this, we can take a walk and let the silence surround us
We can hear each other breathing
Pines and firs line the streets, and our soft footfalls quietly match
We sit together
We look out of the window together
Index fingers loop through coffee cup handles
Haddad Riverfront Park
Charleston, West Virginia
“You should write.”
I lost track of how many times you told me this. I didn’t believe you, and I still don’t. I don’t know what it means to write. I only know the feeling that I get when it’s quiet, and I’m thinking of you, of us, of the future, of the little things that happen that make each day what it is. The truth is, happiness comes and goes. To be able to appreciate each day is what I want, and I want to share that feeling.
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