Poetry

It’s time.

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To spend time together wouldnt that be nice

Out in the woods in a cabin with a big window that has a sitting nook

We can eat a nice breakfast and see the great peaceful view.

Get lost in conversion and just cuddle up.

Or we can read books and appreciate the quietness we have craved so much lately.

No alarms to go off and tell us when to get up just naturally waking up when we are ready.

Oh, what a couple of days of this relaxing time away would do for us if only we took the time to plan it and go through with it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I sit

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in the park and I try to calm my mind, but all I think about are your last words to me and I think.

As I pull one petal from each rose, I say, does he love me, he loves me not and then I realize this game never works as you hope the outcome will go in your way, but it won’t matter.

Because it’s up to me and you to figure this out and we will, or we won’t, and then one day we will walk past each other like complete strangers.

And my days of sitting at my favorite bench in the park will have nothing to do with my thoughts of you but my thoughts of someone else.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes