Friday, June 21, 2013

so this is love

when connections first are made
a hand, a kiss, a rushed goodbye
when habits are dropped
the wine, the smoke, long nights all alone
when they care enough to call
to check, to hear, to say hello
when the parting gets hard
when the gifts are personal
when the sacrifices are easy 
when the routine comes natural
when you see the end 
and look for the cure
when they leave 
your own good that it's for
when you watch them move on
and search for the past
when you try to go too
hoping something will last