the small things

In my mind, I dream of days unseen. I dream of beautiful days full of bliss and laughter. I pick from former smiles and past banter, the joys of life and paste them onto that future. I see you look into my eyes, your soul’s purity and innocence looking back at me. At that moment, …

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wheelbarrow full of old flowers in a garden

Letting Go

I saw you at the supermarket yesterday. You were sitting at the till punching in cash. I thought you looked tired – tired but beautiful. Yeah, I know, you don’t believe that is possible. But you did. Your eyes were droopy, and your face looked innocent. You puckered up your lips in concentration. The smooth …

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Loose Ties

We glanced at each other. My eyes met hers and hers met mine.