Sitting in a comfortable home
Thoughts swirling in my head
My anchor is long gone
Yet he remains
In my heart.
I sit with a pen
Tapping it on my notebook
Wishing for one minute with him
But right now
All I can do
Is sit and write of our love
What all he means to me
Everything he’s done for me
Furiously
Until I forget to breathe.
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