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I do not know
If I would long for the old you
Or the old me

If I would settle once again
In our poetry

But now I'm to be alone
In the saltless sea

Wishing the world had kept me
Blind for the tea
  Aug 27 Insignificant Wolf
the man that I loved,
the man that I miss,
it is so sad to say,
he no longer exists.
A love that never was

Oh but I felt it
As we left it behind
getting cut
on the raw edges
not yet worn by time
or effort

Just a fresh feeling
I really did love her
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
is my favorite
When a resting ***** face becomes power..
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
You are
and I am

You are
and I am

You are
and I am

You are
and I am

We loved with a love that was more than love and you were a risk, a mystery, and the most certain thing I'd ever known.

Because I could watch you for a single minute and find a thousand things that I love about you.

Will you travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Love is not a reflection of your soul, but the way your soul fits with another.
                                                                               Jon York   2019
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