I could make her laugh,
I remember her smile.
Her eyes light up,
my eyes would follow.
We could stand in the rain
and be happy together.
I remember finding her name
etched in a wall
wishing it was my own carving,
it seemed the right thing
to do at the time.
I remember watching
her shoulders
when she would laugh out loud,
they were the same
I would hold close to my heart.
she could laugh at my stories
I would smile at her beauty.
Such a gift is love.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
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