Thoughts 1

by Obscure   Feb 26, 2022


And maybe there is magic
In the little things
The way you hold me
When I can't seem to breathe
The gentle way
The sky cradles the earth
The glimmer of excitement
That shines through proclamations of
"my boyfriend..." "my girlfriend..."
"My partner..."
I am yours
As much as I can be
And I hold you in memories
When I cannot hold your form
We are not lost
Even if we cannot stay
Time has preserved space,
Now our past selves linger on

- © Obscure 2022

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