Oh to be where she stands
Lies late at night
So close to
You
These relationships we build
In the end
Mean less
Even still
Than the possibilities they uncover
Deer paths carved in
Sleeping snow
Sara, no “h”
Unlike the rest
I pray
You understand
The privilege
The responsibility
Placed in your
Capable hands
You are so young
Unaware
What waits beyond
Open doors
I hope only
That the ephemeral nature of
These late night rendezvous
Is not lost on those searching eyes
So much can be obtained
So much can be lost
So quickly
The hours slip between
Hands soft and stained alike
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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Thank you.
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You are really an amazing writer. This is really deep. ☺
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Thank you so much. That means a lot to me… 🙂
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Welcome ☺
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My favorite lines form the poem”I hope only
That the ephemeral nature of
These late night rendezvous
Is not lost on those searching eyes”. beautifully written the desires of a yearning heart.
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Thank you, Megha. So fleeting, those moments, though so very meaningful in the time spent and the lasting memories.
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Oh yes absolutely.Those fleeting memories seed the deepest.
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It’s really wonderful how you write.
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Your words and continued support mean so much, I cannot express. You are one of my greatest friends here on this platform, as well as a writer whose work I objectively take great joy in reading. Thank you for all of the support, motivation, and genuine inspiration that you provide. 🙂
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Oh you needn’t thank me . I actually love your work and that’s why I try and read every one of your work. And you really inspire me as well.😊
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It is a joy to know and be known by you.
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Beautifully written yet a little sad when one reflects on the innocence we all lose.
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Thank you, Chris. Yes, there is a slight poignancy to the nature of love and loss, but at the same time, from that loss can come gifts of even greater value. Nothing is lost; only transformed. The beauty of the choices we are given is that we have some agency in the product of the transmutation. 🙂
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So true
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Tender. I especially enjoyed,
“These relationships we build
In the end
Mean less
Even still
Than the possibilities they uncover.”
Growth yet seen. Perspective that comes with time.
I am enjoying your work.
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Thank you. I am glad that you enjoy my writing! Thank you very much for stopping by and leaving your thoughts.
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