memories
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There is a photograph I return to more often than I should. A boy standing in England, smiling at a pelican like he’d stumbled into a storybook. I wonder if you knew that somewhere across an ocean, a girl was waiting for your voice to tell her it was finally safe to sleep. You were…
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People say everything happens for a reason. As if reasons are enough to quiet a heart. You arrived when I was still learning that survival and living are not the same thing. I was seventeen. Sleep felt dangerous. The walls around me heard too much. The nights lasted forever. Then there was your voice, traveling…
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Some people arrive like seasons, beautiful, necessary, but always meant to leave. You never did. You stayed. When the world grew quiet, when grief swallowed whole conversations, when there were no words left worth saying— you stayed. You stood beside me through hospital rooms and empty nurseries. Through birthdays that hurt and anniversaries that stole…
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I hope you wonder if I’m thinking about you. I hope my name finds its way into your quiet moments, when the world finally stops asking so much of you. Because that’s where you find me. In the silence. In the songs. In the spaces between heartbeats where missing someone feels louder than words. If…
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I hope you’re laughing. I hope your knees are grass-stained, Your shoes are caked with dirt, And your faces ache From smiling too much. I hope you stay up too late, Catch fireflies in your hands, Tell stories that make no sense, And believe this summer Will last forever. I hope you’re making memories. God…
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Before they knew the shape of words,Before they learned my name,Two tiny hearts beat side by side,Yet never beat the same. One reached first with curious eyes,The other smiled with ease.Two little souls, one miracle,Arriving on the breeze. They share the moon, they share the stars,The laughter in our home.But each one carries something rare,A…
Between Bruises and Blooms 