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Aug 2018
Another love letter
with poem and verse
every single syllable
was surely not rehearsed!

So get on with it now,
the rolling of the eyes
the quirky little smirk
the exhausted scoff
or that fond small sigh.

She is beautiful.

Waking up next to her and smelling her body next to mine
knowing that I had her then
sends me to a frenzy again.

The way she let me hold her tight
even though I just make her sweat some more
and all the times she could read me like a book
the quality time that I couldn't ignore.

The playful jabs and jives
that made her giggle, laugh and smile
the powerful feeling
that would make me run the mile.

The way she made me feel
powerless to her affection
the way she lead me every which way
into any which direction.

The patch of gray hair
that she hides in plain sight
but when I brush back her hair
it brings me such delight.

My speckled grays
just salted about this old head
gives me the idea
that we could grow old together instead.

But here we are now
the farthest apart we've ever been.
All because I wasn't strong enough
to fight away temptation
to fight away our sin.
I gave in.

We were both broken people
in need of comfort and attention
but we both avoided the real problem
and we gave it too little a mention.

We both had trust issues
and we just made it worst
and now that our time has ended
my bubble has just burst.

I couldn't give to her
what I didn't rightfully own
it's hard to give your heart to someone
when all you have is stone.

I built up walls for her own protection
and this is the cost
when I tear them down on my own election.

Now I spend every waking moment
knowing what I've done was wrong
to walk back down this lonely path
to whisper this horrid song.

I still think of her often
and fondly as I do
this is my therapy
this is why I am telling you.

She was
my beautiful distraction
she couldn't complete me in anyway
but I would be a liar to not mention any attraction.

The nights I laid there
knowing it would end
and that I just couldn't stay
I just wish
I truly wish
It hadn't happened, and ended this way.

Now she's gone
just like everyone else I ever cared for in life
my beautiful distraction
I'm so sorry, I've failed you
and I continue to live in strife.
She meant more to me than I'll ever admit to her.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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