I am very happy to be muse and subject of beautiful poetry written by the man I love. ❤️❤️❤️
I have finally found my unicorn.
18 November 2017
04 November 2017
Sometimes
I sat on the train and smiled at you. Your familiar shape, that gives me butterflies, waving from the platform. I thought of putting my hand on the glass and wondered if you would mirror my movement. So we'd almost be touching for a few more seconds.
As the train pulled away, I felt my love stretch. I sensed the separation more than ever before. I suppose that's because it was almost our last goodbye.
I hope the transient we know is not us but our goodbyes because "sometimes things stay".
Xxx
As the train pulled away, I felt my love stretch. I sensed the separation more than ever before. I suppose that's because it was almost our last goodbye.
I hope the transient we know is not us but our goodbyes because "sometimes things stay".
Xxx
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