Lost Love
Lost Love
I miss running through the woods with my dog, the ground knew my steps, my turns, my heart.
It’s the little things in life that you miss when it’s stripped away.
Making breakfast for my sons, baking cookies for their friends.
Laying next to you as you kissed my forehead.
Your strength, your courage.
You remembered that I liked a dark sweet merlot from, Argentina.
I knew you liked banana bread, and sunsets.
It wasn’t easy but we tried.
Even when the entire world worked against us.
Tearing us apart, tearing out our hearts.
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