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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Wish You Were Here


 I carry you like my heart
I drink in your laughter
before my morning coffee
I wear your smile
as a cloak on rainy days
You are my own sun
No suitcase is big enough
to hold my love for you,
but as you were packing,
I slipped some in between 
your socks and shirts
to lighten your load.