Where do go when you ache? To the past? To the future? To the arms of a lover? Do you write your prose, or sing a song??
I reach to the back of my heart. Dig up old beauty. Things that made me feel wonderful, beautiful, connected, loved.
Maybe I'm that safe place for someone. Why can I not move out of this. Universe is calling. Strings tied too tightly to unbind alone. Oh to glimpse what could be.
Today i sit in my ache and that is ok. For I still dawn a smile and the hope for better days. Tu me Manques.
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