its raining and im writing in my my new journal.
poem 9:23 a.m.
woke up to a brand new morning
on this day we were freed from sin
baptized anew to this beginning
i touched my lips to your head again
love stayed strong through seperation
here we stand at last near journey's end.
poem 10:12 a.m.
from my dreams you called to me
in a voice far away
your eyes stayed permanent in my mind
your face the only face i see
now what feels like a century
lies between me and your awaiting arms.
those arms, the only ones, welcoming me back home.
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