Dear Self,
More than anyone else
you complete me
patched the breach in the circle
showed me the mental math
of the angles of life
know what I'm thinking
before I'm ready to think
When the heart jumps
I know you're close by
my up and down friend
when you're gone,
I'm a stringless harp
fingered by a lonely vagabond.
Dear self...please come back to me.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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