Being Me
Something missed,
in my younger days.
Kissing in the front seat,
at the drive-in movies.
Holding hands and watching
the sea awash the shore.
Feeling the warmth
of your body,
beneath the stars.
You have taken my life,
bringing it meaning.
Filling gaps,
taken from books and movies,
that have longed to be filled.
Thank you for being
my teacher.
for you have taught me
the beauty
of being myself.
Copyright © Tucker Carwile Jr | Year Posted 2012
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