If I know, I'd have placed all your hugs in a bottle.
I'd have closed the lid so tight,
Maybe in a mason jar,
Maybe in a flask.
I think the best is a perfume bottle.
Yes! A bottle with a spray,
So that when I miss you I can spray just a little,
On my pillow, on scarf maybe on my blanket.
Or just the air around me.
Then I'd close my eyes and breathe you in.
So that just for a moment. A second. A few.
I'd feel your arms around me, holding me tight like you used too.
I'd have a bottle for different times.
One for good morning's, one for Goodnights.
One for when I'm crying, one for when I smile.
In this very moment I miss you all the most.
In this little chapter, the journey is my own.
though I want to call, video or just text.
To hear your voice might break me.
To know that your not here.
But I'll be so strong, I'll leave this place unbowed.
I'll come back home to your hugs and feel then once again.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
