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Maybe I'll Be Okay.
I embrace the familiar smell of Spring
and
the ever so gentle wind
like fingertips skimming my cheeks
I am relieved I survived the night,
in a small way
just so I could hear an airplane in
the sky
which drowns out the emptiness
and keeps me from thoughts of you
You Are Okay
.
If possible, please write me a poem. Could use one. About now. ~allets~
I will work on that tomorrow
I will work on that tomorrow For you. What's going on my friend?
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.