When I say
I miss you
I do not
speak lightly
There have been
a hundred goodbyes
Perhaps
a thousand
I have boarded
a million planes
Or stood at
security gates
And waved
a billion waves
And then
I have
Moved
on
There is no moving on
from you
You are
here
Roots wound
firmly
Through
my heart
-lisa, 18 March, 2012
2 comments:
This echoes...I'm sure we have both written something very similar before...!
I'm sure we have. It's a constant theme in our lives.
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