All of it mattered
Though you won’t remember
The gift we’d been given
November, December
I’ll carry that weight
Of shared memories
Of me running home
And you running to me
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
All of it mattered
Though you won’t remember
The gift we’d been given
November, December
I’ll carry that weight
Of shared memories
Of me running home
And you running to me
Love the enigmatic tug of the final two lines! ❤
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