Shadows linger on his face
Long after the sun has risen,
Marking the path of light and love
I wove in the stillness of the night.
Lost in passion, with my being pressed into his,
My heart was consumed in the heat of darkness
Leaving only the shadows that linger to contain
the parts of me I have chosen to leave behind.
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Sometimes what’s left behind is not our choice.
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that is true, I don’t know which is harder, that which we chose or that which is chosen for us
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Beautifully written, Michelle. 🤗
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Thanks, Deb. 🙂
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