How it felt to remember you,

How I waited forΒ the day,

When you’d pull me in,

To your arms and whisper,

How there was no sense,

In ever letting go.

How this was home,

Not a physical space,

But a place between your heart,

and your mind.

Not the journey anymore,

But the destination,

That so completely fills,

Every last empty void.

How I’ll so carefully remember,

The fine lines,

On every surface,

That covers you so.

And how beautifully,

I remember,

This moment,

In a dream.



Author: mirandatran

In constant pursuit of my best life, best self, and the very things that set my soul on fire.

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