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That which is Tangible

by Kerowyn Rose

I listen to your music
to feel closer to you.
I did not make it mine, no.
That is your unique identity.
I don’t need to be you,
to enjoy what makes you.

I read what you write
to climb into your head,
read the books you read;
to learn the things
you experience or know.

I visit memories of our
private conversations
where you let your
guard down naturally;
safe and comfortable
in my presence.

My mind takes vacations,
surfs off into the great
unknown, in search
of magic moments like those.


Posted on 12/07/2012
Copyright © 2022 Kerowyn Rose

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/10/21 at 08:35 PM

Loved this GREAT choice for POTD!!

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