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After all this time, ⁣
I wonder how you’re doing. ⁣
My bones tell me ⁣
to be angry with you ⁣
for walking away when ⁣
you promised not to. ⁣
But my heart pretends ⁣
to understand you ⁣
and gives excuses for you. ⁣
Do you miss me? ⁣
Or did I become ⁣
like one of the streets ⁣
in one of the cities ⁣
that you once visited: ⁣
a distant memory ⁣
that you don’t remember unless ⁣
you see a picture of me ⁣
or read a poem that you once ⁣
allowed your heart to write ⁣
to me ⁣
or ⁣
about me?

Pg. 15 in Sparks of Phoenix

,👣

She shivered when she read these words.

By another woman.

But they could have been hers

It seemed as if she had gotten inside

Of all she is and was

She knows she will be missed

She will miss, too

She knows she won’t forget

And she’ll be just fine

Anyway

Jeanna’ Mead

4 45 p.m. 10.22.19

http://www.jeannasoul.com

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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