Monday, February 20, 2012

Your Love

I came from your love,

that old hug,

to the blessings of your kiss on my cheek.

The sight of you every summer,

bringing me back to reality

as you, breathe me back in.

I came from your love,

not the presents you always insisted on buying me

but the message you instilled upon me,

you never had to say it.

I came from your love,

I came from that last moment

I saw you, took you in,

that fragile body, your soul is old.

It's okay to give up now, I'm here

absent for the past three years.

I hold your hand.

I came from your last words.

I came from your love.

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