Poetry · Writing

between sunset and a canoe

i don’t believe it was a dream

that brought me into your life

it wasn’t a boat dancing in rose petals

it was the warmth of your two arms

reminding me that it’ll be okay

that this job isn’t going to be the end

a rose petal boat ride didn’t bring me here

but i’ll bring you across that river

and will enjoy the view:

a sunset, one that pauses time-

 

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