Saturday, February 11, 2017

Frani Was Here

I really like her.
I don’t know what love is
but I cried once when we said goodbye.
Now she’s standing beside me
her hand on my shoulder.
The voice of a mother
I’ve never known.

My arm goes around her,
head falls on her heart.
Silent communion, tears start.
This is where love is.
I should have known.

Goodbye again.
But I don’t cry.
Goodbye again.
And I know why.

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