January 12, 2013

So Much More


Who knows where
these words come from,
maybe a gift,
from someone,
or something
I've remembered
from another life,
maybe their message
through my hand,
a shortcut
to the promised land.
It's always been
a mystery, just how
such simple words
flow so free,
combine to make
something
so much more
than me,
so much truer
than what I wrote,
before you were
the only one
I adore.

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