Memories from Springtime

When I feel like writing, You become my muse.
When I hold the pen, you flow effortlessly as ink.
From memories of you have spawned
Every word I ever wrote.

Every keyboard I ever tapped made weird sounds,
sounded like your name.
With every long breath that I take
Wafts in the fragrance of your shampooed hair.

You are the words the punctuations and the pause.
You are the intention, You are also the original cause.


From Life in a Multiverse

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