There’s something I’ve been trying to say
But the world get really loud sometimes.
The idea rises when the yard is quiet and what sounds like your voice whispers through the flowers or when the rain raises the lavender and the rose’s soft scent hovers.
When the sunlight silhouettes your face and you glow.
For that moment I don’t actually have to say it because you take the words from me, taste them and give them back.
Those things you know
That I wish you’d teach me.
Because one day you might stop.
One day the sky may be empty.
One day the road may be dark.
One day.
Omg tears😭
May I share this?
Thanks, Sue. Of course you can share.