
Dear Love,
I have sometimes
Felt I’ve lost you
Somewhere in the traveling
That life requires
Perhaps I
Set you down
Or maybe
You are
What I forgot
As I was packing
To leave
To arrive
At destinations
Searching for
The meaning
Behind
Doing
As movement
Requires
Intention
And I am nothing
Without
My Love
From,
My Heart
About the Creator
Holly Ann Loughry
In an eternal state of Flux. I Try.


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