For my daughter. 

There’s a constant drive for normalcy that pulls us all towards the same goal of togetherness without showing the need of dependence. Loneliness without understanding, desperation without description. Without a face or a name just a desire and a longing for. You long to be held and kissed. Fiercely. And to be boldly written of. To give pieces of yourself for promised protections. But those promises are rarely kept and the pieces are far too often never returned. They’re left broken and bruised and the ones you find scattered never quite fit back into place. So wait. Hold onto all of yourself with fierce protection until you clearly see the face of the one you love. Not just an empty vessel who promised to hold you till summer.


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