It wasn’t either one of us who initially said good bye it was both of us silently wishing one would leave.. Love never speaks only listens and on occasion it will whisper softly as the wind picks fall to gather its coldsicles..the weather is against nature… leaves becoming your own personal mounds waiting for the child in you..what life wants becomes your the twisted roots of this faithful tree says you bound and determined to be the one and only to break the cone of you look into the rear view mirror as the images slowly diminishes in size…we all have driven this road of intention only there are too few who know how to stop


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