I've sat once again
at the foot of my mother's old typewriter
journals of ideas scattered at my feet
The letter A is missing
I never realised the effect of one letter
the ripples it causes in an ocean
How it changes my writing, what I need to say
I dreamt of waves a few nights ago
At first they terrified me
but as they reached me
they were gentle and soft
welcoming like an old friend greeting me with a hug
I hope he is my missing letter
The ripples and waves in my ocean
and when he is not around
I am without
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC
I've sat once again
at the foot of my mother's old typewriter
journals of ideas scattered at my feet
The letter A is missing
I never realised the effect of one letter
the ripples it causes in an ocean
How it changes my writing, what I need to say
I dreamt of waves a few nights ago
At first they terrified me
but as they reached me
they were gentle and soft
welcoming like an old friend greeting me with a hug
I hope he is my missing letter
The ripples and waves in my ocean
and when he is not around
I am without
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