On a humid summer day
We showed up
We threw the boundaries out the window
and had lunch
She’s 20
and I broke the coffee rule
We walked and talked
And it felt comfortable and right
Do you want to see me again?
I do
and I still do, again and again
And lunch
and lunch
and another
And dinner…
And many more of each
Mornings, evenings and nights
Our bubble
Planting the garden
and weeding it
Smiling with our hearts
and eyes
The pot of gold
and your boys
When you are so happy you cry
And when so good,
feels so right
You
and I
and You and I
and now
We
Stunning writing, Andrea.
I feel so much reading these pieces.
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Ahhh…I miss you…Thank you ❤
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