Poetry

I remember

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Every time I would get excited to talk to you.

Like a dog still excited to see his owner coming home every evening.

I know as time goes on, things keep pulling us from reaching out.

but there isn’t a day that doesn’t go by that I don’t think of you.

And the thought of just stopping by and saying hi is so strong.

Yet I pull back every time and now so much time has passed that I guess I should learn to let go now.

And step out of that space in the past and walk into my presence again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes