Sunday, 6 April 2025

I swear...

 


A day of pin drop silence.

The Ocean's roar so loud that I had to stop and think.

I talked about you to the water, the sky, the shells I picked up 

and to my Dad. 

Beat less, beat slow.

Let me take a deep breath.

Let me close my eyes and see you again.

With my hand on your beating heart, 

I swear...

I missed you.


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