So much time spent organising
With a day off thrown in,
Here and there.
Getting back into the mind of my others
(Sometimes I think of them as personalities,
Or friends even)
Is like I never left.
Like picking up a beautifully written novel,
And knowing exactly what happened
All those weeks ago.
The distance from here is great,
But the clarity is even greater.
I think I know how it all ends.
1 comment:
Gorgeous. How I adore your written thoughts. How I wish to know their roots, but I love the branches and leaves muchly. (Yes, auto correct, I know that isn't a word. So what?)
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