Life lived: ‘isn’t it hard sometimes, isn’t it lonely how I still hang around here with nothing to hold me’ -patty

I live life like you’re there,
and when I close my eyes,
you are the sun
pressed against my back,
wrapping me up in your touch –
and even the way the wind
might tease me,
I feel your tiny fingers
slip through my hair,
for I will never leave this place
where there is no guarantee
of how I end or you begin,
but I am us here,
and we are
this thing unreal but true
this thing so sacred
this joyful lie that we are not alone.


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