Sunday, January 22, 2017

Circle Around Room 5106

I still remember the day you stopped everything just to help me clear my mind.

I still hear the birds agreeing with you as you said "all will be well; all is well, all will be well, and all will be well."

I still feel the gentle breeze dancing with the back of my jacket as I walk our path again.

I still smell the hot summer breath of honeysuckle and anticipation from the "garden" outside the office.

I still taste salted sorrow on my too chapped lips.

I still envision your burken stalks and long grey skirt giggling as they teased the pavement.

I hope you know just how incredibly grateful I am - and always will be. 

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