Shiny vivid hues
short sassy like ocean waves
My lovely princess
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Memories
Echos of us laughing fill the house while I chase you around it. I could catch you at any moment, but the chasing part is what makes this fun. I grab you in the kitchen, hold you close and swing you around. You let your head back while circling around me. Your smile is so genuine and pure. I’m amazed at the fact that I make you this happy. Blessed to have days like this with you. Sometimes I wonder what I did in my life to deserve to have you. We’re in our thirties and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives fulfilled with moments like these. We have flour all over our faces from the cookies we were supposed to be making. You make us take a picture. You were always into taking lots of pictures. It’s been 3 years since you’ve been gone. It’s hard to go on with the pain and dismay I feel inside. When it gets too much for me to handle, I come back to the kitchen grab the picture we took that day and play that day in my head over and over again. You may be gone but I still live within the comfort of what we had when I was at my best. Now I’m thankful for all the pictures you’ve taking. As I sit in a room filled of our memories. The memories will live on forever as will my love for you.
By Angel Garza3 years ago in Poets
Some People Don’t Leave Us—We Leave Them
For a long time, I told myself they left. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I had been abandoned than to admit I was the one who slowly loosened my grip. The story sounded cleaner when I painted myself as the one who stayed too long, cared too much, waited too patiently.
By Imran Ali Shah5 days ago in Poets
TUS NUA - ch 49
TUS NUA – ch 49 New Beginnings – Mia and Midnight (*)(*)(*) As Mia spoke on the phone to Ali’s sister, Ellen, Finola slipped quietly away and walked to the stream behind Tus Nua. Carefully, she put a block on her family so no one could know what she was about to do.
By Margaret Brennan4 days ago in Fiction
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