(to have loved) - a poem

Updated: Apr 24, 2021

there's beauty in the way

we love people and we lose people

and how we sometimes get them back again

there's tenderness in the way

they come and they go

how they unravel memories from our souls when they leave

but I don't see tragedy

(to have loved)

flying too close to the sun/ he was a...

perhaps I am...

(n) 1. something navigated with an internal compass you'll never be able to describe...

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