Memorizing his face

Some memories remain under the skin
like branching veins of hope
rushing always forward.
Sparking life wherever it touches.

Some memories remain inside the mind
like wingless birds
flying gracefully onward.
Conquering fear of heights.

Some memories remain around the heart
like patch-worked blankets
throbbing with connection.
Curled up in cotton understanding.

All my best memories are of you.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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