Will Dockery
2019-01-03 16:27:55 UTC
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PermalinkYou never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery /12-5-17
(Original thread being full and too long to navigate well, I begin a reboot thread today... a new thread for a new year.)