To My Love VIII

Before I take that weighty sip
The first one of the day
I think of you and dare to hope
For a second, anyways.

But a second taken once a day
Can be a mighty thing
Like that sip you take so slow
Every morning… first thing.

I know I’m not so full of cheer
And this it worries me
But for a second once a day I pause
And imagine you to be.


12 thoughts on “To My Love VIII

  1. Soulwalker, what a privilege it always is to be invited into one of the rooms of your soul in these posts. One or two sips in loving memory–very worthwhile even when painful. This Love VIII is surely radiant.

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