What magic is this which haunts
Me from that great beyond?
It must be her smile or the gentle
Laughter that resonates
Deep in the spongy tissue
Of my bones.
I waiver and
Flee
Escaping her glance
Safely housed in the shadows
Of her world.
Courage has never been
My strength
Perhaps in time I will grow
So bold
As to smile in her direction
Have our eyes connect
And maybe whisper a friendly
Hello.

08/19/2016

Posted on 08/19/2016
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