My dearest friend
Your name is now strange
On my lips as I speak it
Your orange face still haunts
About the Creator
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Meeting in the Middle of Life
Coming to terms with a love that arrives in the middle of life is a quiet revolution. It is a different kind of heartbeat—one that carries the weight of history, the faces of our children, and the scars of previous endings. After the illusions of youth fade, we are left with a simple, profound need for companionship that doesn't demand we erase who we were. In this part of my journey, I explore that delicate balance between the fulfillment found in my children and the specific, quiet yearning for a partner who understands the "middle" of the road.
By Magma Star5 days ago in Poets
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