why does it feel like
the waves of the water are so still
just like the train of my thoughts
wagon after wagon
the second i see youthe trail you left behind
every road coming back to you
every flood finding its way
around your silhouette
in the sunset
glistening and glittering
on your hair and faceand my breathing finally calms down
you were my new hero
my biggest inspiration
for such a short time
i felt like an outsiderbut the sunlight does heal
somehow, the sunlight makes the hurt
become yesterdaysomehow.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose