I am a thief
I steal your words as they fall from your mouth
I watch as you shrug off your ill-fitting garment and dance in the rain
I capture the moment your face lifts slightly
I memorize the way your beaming smile transforms the moment
I explore the silence as you find your way
I count the years as you stoke those fires
I count three, four, five
and as you wave goodbye, bowing to the usual customs
I write bits of you into every story
photo: picjumbo/Pixabay
prompt: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle 395
A beautifully written poem
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Thank you ๐
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Youโre welcome ๐
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A love so well expressed in so few lines…
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem! ๐
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Thank you!
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