Sometimes you come to mind
in the quiet of the day - those
long or short moments when I see a flash of you.
Everything reminds me of you, some days.
No signs or symbols, from above, escape my notice.
Can you imagine that I speak of you, to no one?
Eventually, we’ll meet again, but, until then… you are my secret.
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Heather Scott
Writing, to keep my sanity and make some sense of the world, while keeping watch over my five children as a single parent.
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I love this acrostic poem. I had so many secret loves in my lifetime, especially when I was young.