One morning I left, kissed you goodbye
in the sun to the humming of a lawn mower,
your coffee mug carried some motivating script.
I returned, same sunset, different Thursday
so often snagged on repeat in our heads
I took my boots off in the foyer,
I left them in the middle of the floor
you tripped dramatically as you
looked at them, looked at me,
I’d came back broken and you knew it.
But you didn’t
fold your hands in your lap
didn’t call your mother for advice,
leave the room when I entered,
whispered pleas,
what do I do
will she come back.
Instead you lifted me
beneath the arms,
placed my feet on top of yours,
I placed my cheek on your armor-chest
and we marveled and swayed
falling together in and out
of sun and moonlight.
I fell asleep, eventually
and you held your breath
you let me rest,
when I opened my eyes again
I tried to stand but
my heart was woven too deeply into yours.
This was quite moving. I could see and feel it.
Thank you, Dawn.
Nicole, this was breathtakingly beautiful. Thank you x
Thank YOU, Daile! xo
This was beautiful. I felt things. Familiar things.
Oh my God. This was so beautiful. Haunting, but in a good way. Does that make sense?
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OMG…I’m crying. Holy hell, Nicole…this was crazy good. Your words reached in and yanked at my heart–in a good way 🙂
Thank you so much, Michelle. ❤ 🙂
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Very beautiful. I relate strongly to the last bit, about having your heart woven into someone else’s and not being able to stand because of it.
Thank you so much.
It’s a wonderful, enormous feeling, isn’t it?
Sometimes. Sometimes it’s downright inconvenient.