Poetry · Writing


I stare at a picture

patterns of vision

I see our future

picture a vision:


couple of kids- white loaded fence

and two-story- puppers or two

our story;

one thing at time-


been through hell and back-

two times and we’re back

not enough time for that

it kills me-


it takes some finesse

can’t hide any of that

you stay on my mind

all the time- all the time


trials and more

bless it wouldn’t be half of what it is

if it was anybody else

but you.


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