Came and went
Once again
She should be used to it by now

But her heart still

Aches for the friend

She thought she would always have

So many words
Left unsaid
Pictures in her mind
Left undrawed
The ones on the wall
Tell only part
Of the story

She holds on still

To the hope

That on the next


That comes around

She will look up

Find an Americano

In a cup

The smiling face

Of the friend

That took her words

Made them come alive

That slept inside

left his name

Carved on the walls

She had learned

So much for sure

Every Tuesday

And even more

On the days since then.

👣💗Jeanna’ Mead

7 47 a.m 1.10.19

By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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